I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.