...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.

they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

I'd rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.

(and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)