What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.