4 Quotes by William Hughes Mearns

Yesterday upon the stairI saw a man who wasn't thereHe wasn't there again todayOh how I wish he'd go away.

As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn’t there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that.

Poetry is when you talk to yourself.

Writing is an outward expression of instinctive insight that must be summoned from the vastly deep of our mysterious selves. Therefore, it cannot be taught; indeed, it cannot even be summoned; it can only be permitted.