If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is,
To ask the hard question is simple.
—W. H. Auden
No bird has ever uttered note
That was not in some first bird's throat;
Since Eden's freshness and man's fall
No rose has been original.
—Thomas Bailey Aldrich
If God has spoken, why is the universe not convinced?
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
To begin at the beginning.
Under Milk Wood
After every war
someone has to clean up.
Someone has to push the rubble
to the side of the road,
so the corpse-filled wagons
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces
between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav'n.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every
discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly what is true.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's.
I will not reason and compare; My business is to create.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—T. S. Eliot 32