There will be time to murder and create.
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.
Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.