In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant
All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.
We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.