The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
Everyone's pet is the most outstanding. This begets mutual blindness.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.
Perhaps I know to what extent I can go too far.
My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.