The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

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

A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

A book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.