I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry.
It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.
Sink twice before you strike out for land.
I am old enough to remember what it was like when the theories of Freud first escaped from the study and the clinic, and the great game of Hunt-the Complex began, to the entertainment and alarm of a war-shattered and disillusioned world.
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage.
Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.