I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

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 know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.

No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.