We Must Learn To Suffer More.

Never Commit Yourself To A Cheese Without Having First Examined It.

We Shall Not Cease From Exploration

We Learn What Poetry Is - If We Ever Learn - By Reading It.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation. Here The Impossible Union Of Spheres Of Existence Is Actual. Here The Past And Future Are Conquered And Reconciled.

We Have All Our Private Terrors, Our Particular Shadows, Our Secret Fears. We Are Afraid In A Fear Which We Cannot Face, Which None Understands, And Our Hearts Are Torn From Us, Our Brains Unskinned Like The Layers Of An Onion, Ourselves The Last.