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.
We are not alone in our loneliness, others have been here and known griefs we thought our special own.
What appears in newspapers is often new but seldom true.
God cannot catch us. Unless we stay in the unconscious room. Of our hearts.
Malice is only another name for mediocrity.
Macmillan's rejection had left him very downcast... Patrick Swift was invited to peruse the contents and decided that the poems should be published.