Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

It is a part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees

I've said it once and I'll say it a a hundred times, I'm forty-four years old.

When I hear of an 'equity' in a case like this, I am reminded of a blind man in a dark room - looking for a black hat - which isn't there.

I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.