And As To Experience-well, Think How Little

And As To Experience-well, Think How Little Some Good Poets Have Had, Or How Much Some Bad Ones Have.

I Am Sorry For People Who Can't Write Letters. But I Suspect Also That You And I ... Love To Write Them Because It's Kind Of Like Working Without Really Doing It.

Lose Something Every Day. Accept The Fluster Of Lost Door Keys, The Hour Badly Spent. The Art Of Losing Isn't Hard To Master.

Ports Are Necessities, Like Postage Stamps Or Soap, But They Seldom Seem To Care What Impressions They Make.

Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming, But Has Something To Do With Blackness And A Strong Glare.