How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?
My wretched dragon is perplexed.
Where there is nothing, there is God.
Heaven blazing into the head: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages And all the drop-scenes drop at once Upon a hundred thousand stages It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.