At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.
Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.
We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.
Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.
For after all we make our faces as we go along.