Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.
I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.
Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
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