The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.

Life in the [London] suburb is richer at the lower levels. At these levels the people are not self-conscious at all, they are at liberty to be as eccentric as they please, they do not know that they are eccentric.

A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.