A poet writes always of his personal life, in his finest work out of tragedy, whatever it be, remorse, lost love, or mere loneliness.
William Butler Yeats
I was early in life sick to my very pit with orders that cuts off the crab's feelers to make it fit into the box.
William Carlos Williams
I have never been to write by rule, even by my own rules.
T. S. Eliot
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