The lawn is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, the sad intangible who grieve and yearn.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.
You now have learned enough to see that Cats are much like you and me and other people whom we find possessed of various types of mind. For some are sane and some are mad and some are good and some are bad and some are better, some are worse – but all may be described in verse.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted, a problem to be met with ambush and stratagem, enveloped or scattered.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do more, and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.