My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Gradually we come to admit that Shakespeare understands a greater extent and variety of human life than Dante; but that Dante understands deeper degrees of degradation and higher degrees of exaltation.

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula for that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.

The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.

Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.