Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

Quote by Dylan Thomas

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Wales is the land of my fathers. And my fathers can have it.

Wales is the land of my fathers. And my fathers can have it.

And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the...

And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the...

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week...

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week...

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and...

I know we're not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and...

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down...

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down...

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at...

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at...

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of...

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of...

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it...

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it...

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gentle into that good night.