I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.