Sublime

Of brains (if brains they had) he them beguiled, And turn’d a nation’s shallow joy to gloom.

The best of Poe doesn’t date.

the Nobel laureate Seamus Heaney, who said that—when one is learning how to write poetry—one should not expect it to be immediately good.

In his play The Cocktail Party, T. S. Eliot writes: What we know of other people Is only our memory of the moments During which we knew them. And they have Changed since then … We must Also remember That at every meeting we are meeting a Stranger.

the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we are so fond of it.

for ever still a messenger, a passenger, a tarrier, a-roving as a feather does, a weather-driven mariner.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.