But the living poets express a feeling that is actually being made and torn out of us at the moment. One does not recognize it in the first place; often for some reason one fears it; one watches it with keenness and compares it jealously and suspiciously with the old feeling that one knew. Hence the difficulty of modern poetry; and it is because of this difficulty that one cannot remember more than two consecutive lines of any good modern poet. 20
and bargaining and cheapening, and women with string bags on Monday morning (end rhyme here)
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. （民以食为天）
I should need claws of steel and beak of brass even to penetrate the husk. 钢爪铜喙
there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination — over other people
fiction is like a spider’s web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners
Marriage was not an affair of personal affection, but of family avarice, particularly in the “chivalrous” upper class... (That was about 1470, 看来两边差不多）
Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for. It might still be well to sneer at ˋblue-stockings with an itch for scribbling´, but it could not be denied that they could put money in their purses.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
One must turn back to Shakespeare then, for Shakespeare was androgynous; and so were Keats and Sterne and Cowper and Lamb and Coleridge. Shelley perhaps was sexless. Milton and Ben Jonson had a dash too much of the male in them. So had Wordsworth and Tolstoy. In our time Proust was wholly androgynous, if not perhaps a little too much of a woman. But that failing is too rare for one to complain of it, since without some mixture of the kind the intellect seems to predominate and the other faculties of the mind harden and become barren.
126 by hook or by crook
When I rummage in my own mind I find no noble sentiments about being companions and equals and influencing the world to higher ends. I find myself saying briefly and prosaically that it is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dream of influencing other people, I would say, if I knew how to make it sound exalted. Think of things in themselves.