I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.

One of the great criticisms of poets of the past is that they said one thing and did another.