I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehe >>
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. >>
Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made o >>
The safest road to hell is the gradual one -- the gentle slope, soft u >>
Hell is other people. >>
Hell is paved with great granite blocks hewn from the hearts of those >>
Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.