Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

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!

And as to experience-well, think how little some good poets have had, or how much some bad ones have.

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?