The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.

So long as we think of it objectively, time is Fate or Chance, the factor in our lives for which we are not responsible, and about which we can do nothing; but when we begin to think of it subjectively, we feel responsible for our time, and the notion of punctuality arises.

In the eyes of others a man is a poet if he has written one good poem. In his own he is only a poet at the moment when he is making his last revision to a new poem. The moment before, he was still only a potential poet; the moment after, he is a man who has ceased to write poetry, perhaps forever.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

Now is the age of anxiety.

What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.