I don't know why I told this story. I could just as well have told another. Perhaps some other time I'll be able to tell another. Living souls, you will see how alike they are.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

I gave up before birth.

Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.

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.

With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.