Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.

I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.