PoetryWilliam Ernest Henley Now, to read poetry at all is to have an ideal anthology of one’s own, and in that possession to be incapable of content with the anthologies of all the world besides. – William Ernest Henley
ChanceWilliam Ernest Henley In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. – William Ernest Henley
