Pound's crazy. All poets are.... They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.

I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.

In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

I do not want you ever to initiate any action for any refunds of taxes without first consulting me and presenting the matter fully to me so that I may judge whether it is an honorable and ethical action to take, not simply legally, but according to my own personal standards.

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?