It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.
William Empson

Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.
William Empson

My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.
William Empson

Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.
William Empson

The heart of standing is you cannot fly.
William Empson

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.
William Empson

You don't want madhouse and the whole thing there.
William Empson