“Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.”

In my end is my beginning.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.

All serious art is being destroyed by commerce. Most people don’t want art to be disturbing. They want it to be escapist. I don’t think art should be escapist. That’s a waste of time.

Whatever has befallen you was not meant to escape you, and whatever has escaped you was not meant to befall you.

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality – the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

America didn’t bypass or escape civilization. It did something far more profound, far cleverer: it simply changed what civilization could be.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Parliaments have stopped laughing at woman suffrage, and politicians have begun to dodge! It is the inevitable premonition of coming victory.

Laws are like spiders webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

An avowal of poverty is no disgrace to any man; to make no effort to escape it is indeed disgraceful.