Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

If every soldier refused to take arms ... there would be no wars; but no one has the courage to be the first to live according to Christ and Socrates, because in a world of opportunists they would be martyred.

The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.

Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man.

I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.