Poetry makes nothing happen.

We must love one another or die

Time will say nothing but I told you so.

A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.

At first critics classified authors as Ancients, that is to say, Greek and Latin authors, and Moderns, that is to say, every post-Classical Author. Then they classified them by eras, the Augustans, the Victorians, etc., and now they classify them by decades, the writers of the '30's, '40's, etc. Very soon, it seems, they will be labeling authors, like automobiles, by the year.

The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.