Trying to use words, and every attemptIs a wholly new start, and a different kind of failureBecause one has only learnt to get the better of wordsFor the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in...
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment h...
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate for our lives are mostly a constant evasio...
I suppose some editors are failed writers - but so are most writers.
Success is relative: It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things.
Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us to escape not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.
You have now learned to see That cats are much like you and me And other people whom we find Possessed of various types of mind.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
April is the cruellest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing memory and desire stirring dull roots with Spring rain.
When a great poet has lived certain things have been done once for all and cannot be achieved again.
Philosophy - the purple bullfinch in the lilac tree.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.
People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.
No one can become really educated without having pursued some study in which he took no interest. For it is part of education to interest ourselves in subjects for which we have no aptitude.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored climate that seem to me the happiest but those in which a long stroke of adaptation between man and his environment has br...
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.