About no subject are poets tempted to lie so much as about their own lives.
Don't let the bastards grind you down.
If you're put on a pedestal, you're supposed to behave yourself like a pedestal type of person. Pedestals actually have a limited circumference. Not much room to move around.
Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.
There are some virtues to not saying what you think all the time.
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.