Stephen Spender

Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.

When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.

When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.

Be kind and considerate with your criticism... It's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.

Justice consists in doing no injury to men; decency in giving them no offense.

If I make a move, like raise my eyebrows, some critic says I'm doing Nicholson. What am I supposed to do, cut off my eyebrows?