I can offer you only: this world like a knife

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

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

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

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

There is no such thing as Freedom (though it is the most important condition of human life, after Humility, -which does not exist either). There is only Slavery (walls around one) and absence-of-Slavery (ability to walk in any direction, or to remain still).

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn