Thinking is seeing.... Every human science is based on deduction, which is a slow process of seeing by which we work up from the e...ffect to the cause; or, in a wider sense, all poetry like every work of art proceeds from a swift vision of things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Computer science only indicates the retrospective omnipotence of our technologies. In other words, an infinite capacity to process... data (but only data--i.e. the already given) and in no sense a new vision. With that science, we are entering an era of exhaustivity, which is also an era of exhaustion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse:... Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother; Death ere thou has slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Know Celia, (since thou art so proud), 'Twas I that gave thee thy renowne:... Thou hadst, in the forgotten crowd Of common beauties, liv'd unknowne, Had not my verse exhal'd thy name, And with it, ympt the wings of fame.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All ye poets of the age, All ye witlings of the stage,... Learn your jingles to reform, Crop your numbers to conform. Let your little verses flow Gently, sweetly, row by row; Let the verse the subject fit, Little subject, little wit. Namby-Pamby is your guide, Albion's joy, Hibernia's pride.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could fore...tell achievement.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first,... and end by eating all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Thy spotless Muse, like Mary, did contain The boundless Godhead; she did well disdain... That her eternal Verse employ'd should be On a less subject than Eternitie;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No far-fetched sigh shall ever wound my breast, Love from mine eye a tear shall never wring,... Nor in Ah me's my whining sonnets dressed, A libertine, fantastically I sing. My verse is the true image of my mind, Ever in motion, still desiring change;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »