Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.

We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn, and moreover my mother told me as a boy (repeatedly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

You should always be trying to write a poem you are unable to write, a poem you lack the technique, the language, the courage to achieve. Otherwise you're merely imitating yourself, going nowhere, because that's always easiest.

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.