Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain

The Poet's Mind Is In Fact A Receptacle For Seizing And Storing Up Numberless Feelings, Phrases, Images, Which Remain There Until All The Particles Which Can Unite To Form A New Compound Are Present Together.

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain From Prison.

I Must Tell You That I Should Really Like To Think There's Something Wrong With Me- Because, If There Isn't, Then There's Something Wrong With The World Itself-and That's Much More Frightening! That Would Be Terrible. So I'd Rather Believe There Is Something Wrong With Me, That Could Be Put Right.

Except For The Point, The Still Point, There Would Be No Dance, And There Is Only The Dance