I'd Far Rather Leave A Thought Behind

It Is The Starved Imagination, Not The Well Nourished, That Is Afraid.

Either Life Entails Courage, Or It Ceases To Be Life.

Belfastas Uncivilised As Ever--savage Black Mothers In Houses Of Dark Red Brick, Friendly Manufacturers Too Drunk To Entertain You When You Arrive. It Amuses Me Till I Get Tired.

I Know By Experience That The Poets Are Right: Love Is Eternal.

Nonsense And Beauty Have Close Connections.