Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.
If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.
In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.
If you start with a bang, you won't end with a whimper.
Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
With out some kind of god, man is not very intresting
Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.
The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.
Art serves us best precisely at that point where it can shift our sense of what is possible, when we know more than we knew before, when we feel we have - by some manner of a leap - encountered the truth. That, by the logic of art, is always worth the pain.
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
Poets in our civilization, as it exists at present, must be difficult...The poet must become more and more comprehensive, more allusive, more indirect, in order to force, to dislocate if necessary, language into its meaning.
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
The river itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the river; in the end it is no longer the river. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means?
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.
Hurry up, please, its time.
What profession is more trying than that of author? After you finish a piece of work it only seems good to you for a few weeks; or if it seems good at all you are convinced that it is the last you will be able to write; and if it seems bad you wonder whether everything you have done isn’t poor stuff really; and it is one kind of agony while you are writing, and another kind when you aren’t.
I hate university towns and university people, who are the same everywhere, with pregnant wives, sprawling children, many books and hideous pictures on the walls ... Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.
Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.
Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise.
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