We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.
Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.
We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
Poetry is a mug’s game.
The remarkable thing about television is that it permits several million people to laugh at the same joke and still feel lonely.
To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control...
The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He’s always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he’s at home, then he’d like to get about.
For you know only a heap of broken images.
Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless. The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall.
Till Human voices wake us, and we drown.
All time is unreedemable.
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech.
The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.
I gotta use words to talk to you.
Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room.