Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.

We read many books, because we cannot know enough people.

As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.

Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.