Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.

I Am No Prophet-and Here's No Great Matter.

Not Only Every Great Poet, But Every Genuine, But Lesser Poet, Fulfils Once For All Some Possibility Of Language, And So Leaves One Possibility Less For His Successors.

Tradition: How The Vitality Of The Past Enriches The Life Of The Present.

The Eastern Light Our Spires Touch At Morning, The Light That Slants Upon Our Western Doors At Evening, The Twilight Over Stagnant Pools At Batflight, Moon Light And Star Light, Owl And Moth Light, Glow-worm Glowlight On A Grassblade. O Light Invisible, We Worship Thee!

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.