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| A cold coming we had of it, / Just the worst time of the year / For a journey. | | Uncategorized | |
| A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. | | Affection; Jokes | |
| A good half of the effort of understanding what the Indian philosophers were after - and their subtleties make most of the great European philosophers look like schoolboys. | | Philosophy | |
| A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can't be much good. | | Play | |
| A tradition without intelligence is not worth having. | | Uncategorized | |
| A woman drew her long black hair out tight / And fiddled whisper music on those strings / And bats with baby faces in the violet light / Whistled. | | Uncategorized | |
| After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now / History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors / And issues. | | Uncategorized | |
| After the erection of the Chinese Wall of Milton, blank verse has suffered not only arrest but retrogression. | | Uncategorized | |
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| An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better. | | Uncategorized | |
| An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry. | | Uncategorized | |
| And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, / And in short, I was afraid. | | Uncategorized | |
| And I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. | | Uncategorized | |
| And indeed there will be time/ To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"/ Time to turn back and descend the stair,/ With a bald spot in the middle of my hair. . ./ Do I dare/ Disturb the universe? | | Uncategorized | |
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| And to make an end is to make a beginning. | | Life | |
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| Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity | | Anxiety | |
| Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express. | | Poets | |
| April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. | | Uncategorized | |
