People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

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

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

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

Gin and drugs, dear lady, gin and drugs.

I confess . . . that I am not myself very much concerned with the question of influence, or with those publicists who have impressed their names upon the public by catching the morning tide and rowing very vast in the direction in which the current was flowing; but rather that there should always be a few writers preoccupied in penetrating to the core of the matter, in trying to arrive at the truth and to set it forth, without too much hope, without ambition to alter the immediate course of affairs, and without being downcast or defeated when nothing appears to ensue.