The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.
Composing mortals with immortal fire.
What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.
The only reason the Protestants and Catholics have given up the idea of universal domination is because they've realised they can't get away with it.
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
How happy the lot of the mathematician. He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival can ever win a reputation he does not deserve.