Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.
The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
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.
No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good so far as we do evil or good, we are human and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing at least we exist.
I suppose some editors are failed writers but so are most writers.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Art never improves, but the material of art is never quite the same.
The one thing you can do is to do nothing. Wait . . . You will find that you survive humiliation and hat's an experience of incalculable value.
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledgeWhere is the knowledge we have lost in information
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow.
And indeed there will be timeTo wonder, Do I dare and, Do I dareTime to turn back and descend the stair,With a bald spot in the middle of my hair. . .Do I dareDisturb the universe
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.
Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
Those to whom nothing has ever happened, Cannot understand the unimportance of events.
The last temptation is the greatest treason To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
However certain our expectation The moment foreseen may be unexpected When it arrives.
I grow old... I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled... Do I dare to eat a peach.