The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

The Business Of The Poet Is Not To Find New Emotions, But To Use The Ordinary Ones And, In Working Them Up Into Poetry, To Express Feelings Which Are Not In Actual Emotions At All.

There Will Be Time To Murder And Create.

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.

Those Who Say They Give The Public What It Wants Begin By Underestimating Public Taste And End By Debauching It.

...the Still Point In A Turning World.