But Superstition, Like Belief, Must

Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant Palm; And Like A Sea-anemone Or Simple Snail, There Cautiously Unfolds, Emerges, What I Am.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

I'd Like To Think...that People In Pubs Would Talk About My Poems

I Work All Day, And Get Half-drunk At Night.

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.