For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.

Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to do ... is to write as little as possible

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.

I gotta use words to talk to you.