When I am alone I am happy.

Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.

The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an equal interest in medicine and the poem, I reply that they amount for me to nearly the same thing.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.