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A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.

I do not envy any animal, though I envy many of their capacities.

All the people I know have been conditioned by snobbery.

Broadcasting is plastic; while it can ape the press, it can also emulate the arts.

You can't express emotion without giving information.

My sympathies are Left. On paper and in the soul. But not in my heart or my guts.

Self-assertion more often than not is vulgar, but a live and vulgar dog who keeps on barking is better than a dead lion, however dignified.

There seeps from heavily jowled or hawk-like foreign faces
The guttural sorrow of the refugees.

Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the Will
That wills the natural world, but wills us dead.

Or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold

Style without content is bad style.

I have just finished my novel (rough draft). It is to be called 'Anacoluthon.' This will make the public think it is an historical romance.

Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.

World is suddener than we fancy it.

Before I joined the BBC I was, like most of the intelligentsia, prejudiced not only against that institution but against broadcasting in general.

I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

Politics: distrust all parties but consider capitalism must go.

All experiment is made on a basis of tradition; all tradition is the crystallization of experiment.

I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.

Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with one pulse.

Down the road someone is practicing scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails

I am at home in Dublin, more than in any other city.

Blind wantons like the gulls who scream
And rip the edge off any ideal or dream.

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am more proud of what distinguishes man from the animals than of what he has in common with them.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.

The poet is a maker, not a retail trader.