What We Know Of Other People's Only

And Right Action Is Freedom From Past And Future Also.

The Good Poet Welds His Theft Into A Whole Of Feeling Which Is Unique, Utterly Different From That From Which It Was Torn; The Bad Poet Throws It Into Something Which Has No Cohesion.

There Is No Feeling, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music.

Culture Is The One Thing That We Cannot Deliberately Aim At. It Is The Product Of A Variety Of More Or Less Harmonious Activities, Each Pursued For Its Own Sake.

And Indeed There Will Be Time To Wonder, 'do I Dare?', And 'do I Dare?