The end is where we start from.

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

I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.