Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.

Pain always produces logic, which is very bad for you.

It may be that poetry makes life's nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely, that poetry brings forth the intangible quality of incidents which are all too concrete and circumstantial. Or each on specific occasions, or both all the time.

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!

I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile.

There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.