A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

There is no song to your singing.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.