Most people have to talk so they won't hear.
In the country of pain we are each alone.
I have written every poem, every novel, for the same purpose-to find out what I think, to know where I stand.
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.
I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.