I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

The Church must be forever building, for it is forever decaying within and attacked from without.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant