حين كان يضحك كان أعضاء مجلس الشيوخ الموقرون ينفجرون بالضحك وحين كان يبكي كان الأطفال يموتون في الشوارع - W. H. Auden

And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom.

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another.

A ragged urchin, aimless and alone, Loitered about that vacancy: a bird Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone: That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third, Were axioms to him, who'd never heard Of any world where promises were kept Or one could weep because another wept.