A marciful Providunce fashioned us holler O' purpose thet we might our principles swaller.
The essentials of poetry are rhythm, dance, and the human voice.
Mature art, I think, emerges when there's a certain balance of tensions, when there's neither neurotic prostration nor cold rationality, but an aura of energy and a drive to grasp personal "truths" still emerging into perception. To grasp and to shape them.
Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.
It is not easy to free myth from reality or rear this fellow up to lutch, lurch with them in the tranced dancing of men.
The history of the development of contemporary writing in Vancouver from 1946 to 1960 is pretty largely a one-man show, and that man was me.
She pulled the bedclothes up as far as they would go and suppressed a perverse wish to have her old nurse come to chase away the darkness, perverse because she didn't know if she wanted the shadows to be empty or not.
The only way you can serve God is by serving other people.
European policy is always an interplay of rationality and emotion.
I've worked in pubs for years and you get people challenging you. Challenging your masculinity.