Quotes By Donald Justice

If he could sleep on it. He would make his bed with white sheets And disappear into the white, Like a man diving, If he could be certain That the light Would not keep him awake, The light that reaches To the bottom.

Men at forty Learn to close softly The doors to rooms they will not be Coming back to.

How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?

There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.