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

One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen.

One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

And make us as Newton was, who in his garden watching The apple falling towards England, became aware Between himself and her of an eternal tie.

Oh, how I wish that Orwell were still alive, so that I could read his comments on contemporary events!

What answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise one's gifts?