Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

All Poetry, As Discriminated From The Various Paradigms Of Prosody, Is Prayer.

I Speak For An Art ... Weary Of Its Puny Exploits, Weary Of Pretending To Be Able, Of Being Able, Of Doing A Little Better The Same Old Thing, Of Going A Little Further Along A Dreary Road.

Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The Artistic Experience.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.