There May Always Be Another Reality To

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.