People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.

I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.

No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!