No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe… - W. H. Auden

And none will hear the postman’s knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

The true men of action in our time those who transform the world are not the politicians and statesmen but the scientists. Unfortunately poetry cannot celebrate them because their deeds are concerned with things, not persons, and are therefore speechless. When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.

I am beginning to lose patience With my personal relations. They are not deep And they are not cheap.