The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
The greatness of literature cannot be determined solely by literary standards though we must remember that whether it is literature or not can be determined only by literary standards.