Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it; nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.
“I run; I am a coward at heart. I swear, when I smell violence or aggression the coward comes out in me. I have no desire to fight anybody except myself.”
“The community of poets I belong to is not as close as it used to be, if only for the fact that our lives have become busier: jobs, children, and the like.”