I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch, A blind man battering blind men. |
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age. |
I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead |
I at midnight by the clock may creep into your bed. |
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death. |
I bear a burden that might well try Men that do all by rule, And what can I That am a wandering-witted fool But pray to God that He ease My great responsibilities? |
I believe in the practice and philosophy of what we have agreed to call magic, and what I must call the evocation of spirits, though I do not know what they are, in the power of creating magic illusions in the visions of truth in the depths of the minds when the eyes are closed. |
I call on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts, To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words, Spoilt what old loins have sent? |
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart. |
I hate journalists. There is nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness. They have all made what Dante calls the Great Refusal. . . . The shallowest people on the ridge of the earth. |
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe it is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swing his lantern higher. |
I have certainly known more men destroyed by the desire to have a wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots |
I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . . |
I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words. . . . |
I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. |