When a Cat adopts you, and I am not superstitious at all I don't mean only Black cats there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it and wait until the wind changes.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

Poetry is a mug's game.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.