In the life of one man, never The same time returns.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.
Never commit yourself to a cheese without having first examined it.
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 has brought out the best qualities of both.
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not / You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
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.
Humankind can't stand too much reality.
In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.
Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.
Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.
Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.
In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.
And right action is freedom From past and future also.
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
When oxygen and sulphur dioxide are mixed in the presence of a filiament of platinum, they form sulphurous acid. This combination takes place only if the platinum is present; nevertheless the newly formed acid contains no trace of platinum, and the platinum itself is apparently unaffected: has remained inert, neutral, and unchanged. The mind of the poet is the shred of platinum.
Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.
The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.
It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.
Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.
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