Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.