All those large dreams by which men long live well Are magic-lanterned on the smoke of hell..

The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry..

Liberal hopefulness Regards death as a mere border to an improving picture..

To produce pure proletarian art the artist must be at one with the worker; this is impossible, not for political reasons, but because the artist neve….

Proust has listed a great many reasons why it is impossible to be happy, but, in the course of being happy, one finds it difficult to remember them..

Shall I make it clear, boys, for all to apprehend, Those that will not hear, boys, waiting for the end, Knowing it is near, boys, trying to pretend, ….

Twixt devil and deep sea, man hacks his caves; Birth, death; one, many; what is true, and seems; Earth's vast hot iron, cold space's empty waves..

I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been..

Buddhists and Christians contrive to agree about death Making death their ideal basis for different ideals. The Communists however disapprove of deat….

Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men..

It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows..

Poets, on the face of it, have either got to be easier or to write their own notes; readers have either got to take more trouble over reading or ceas….

I think many people (like myself) prefer to read poetry mixed with prose; it gives you more to go by; the conventions of poetry have been getting ….

The central function of imaginative literature is to make you realize that other people act on moral convictions different from your own..

This world is good enough for me, if only I can be good enough for it..

The difficult part of good temper consists in forbearance, and accommodation to the ill-humors of others..

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills..

Poetry contains nothing haphazard..

Life involves maintaining oneself between contradictions that can't be solved by analysis..

The heart of standing is that you cannot fly..

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two a….