Well, write poetry, for God's sake, it's the only thing that matters.

One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

Your homecoming will be my homecoming

the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

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

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.