If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

One of the surest tests of the superiority or inferiority of a poet is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.

As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.