Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.

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

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?