Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

Alas, I Have Grieved So I Am Hard To Love. Yet Love Me--wilt Thou? Open Thine Heart Wide, And Fold Within, The Wet Wings Of Thy Dove.

At Painful Times, When Composition Is Impossible And Reading Not Enough, Grammars And Dictionaries Are Excellent For Distraction.

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.