I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?