Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office.

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.

A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.

Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.