I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.
I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.
I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.
The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar...
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can’t hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.
Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.
There was always the consolation that if I didn’t like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.