What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true.

We are not alone in our loneliness, others have been here and known griefs we thought our special own.

God cannot catch us. Unless we stay in the unconscious room. Of our hearts.

On the stem of memory imaginations blossom.

It often occurs to me that we love most what makes us miserable. In my opinion the damned are damned because they enjoy being damned.

Macmillan's rejection had left him very downcast... Patrick Swift was invited to peruse the contents and decided that the poems should be published.

I dabbled in verse and it became my life