Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.

A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.