The trouble of the modern age is not merely the inability to believe certain things about God and man which our forefathers believed$$$ but the inability to feel towards God and man as they did.

Put on a face to meet the faces that you meet.

Is it perfume from a dress<br>That makes me so digress?

Unreal City$$$ Under the brown fog of a winter dawn$$$<br>A crowd flowed over London Bridge$$$ so many$$$<br>I had not thought death had undone so many.

I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men leaning out of windows.

To make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

That meddling in other people's affairs...formerly conducted by the most discreet intrigue is now openly advocated under the name of intervention.

The essential advantage for a poet is not to have a beautiful world with which to deal; it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom$$$ and the horror$$$ and the glory.

Weave$$$ weave the sunlight in your hair.

That which is only living<br>Can only die.