For Hard It Is To Keep From

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

I See For Nature No Defeat In One Tree's Overthrow Or For Myself In My Retreat For Yet Another Blow.

I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew. Writing A Poem Is Discovering.

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.