[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing.
Revision is its own reward.
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.