Justice Itself Tends To Be Corrupted By

As Things Are, And As Fundamentally They Must Always Be, Poetry Is Not A Career, But A Mug's Game. No Honest Poet Can Ever Feel Quite Sure Of The Permanent Value Of What He Has Written: He May Have Wasted His Time And Messed Up His Life For Nothing.

I Am Aware Of The Damp Souls Of Housemaids Sprouting Despondently At Area Gates.

We Must Learn To Suffer More.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.

The End Is Where We Start From.