A Man Is A Writer If All

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In Silence.

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

The Sweet Air Coming Into Your House On A Fine Day, From Water Etched With Waves As Formal As The Scales On A Fish.