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 conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored. Peoples bore me, literature bores me, especially great literature.

We are using our own skins for wallpaper and we cannot win.

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

Literature bores me, especially great literature

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

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