Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

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.

No scheme for a change of society can be made to appear immediately palatable, except by falsehood, until society has become so desperate that it will accept any change.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

Bad poets imitate, good poets steal.