It Is Human Nature To Stand In

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.

As Contagion Of Sickness Makes Sickness, Contagion Of Trust Can Make Trust.

The Sweet Air Coming Into Your House On A Fine Day, From Water Etched With Waves As Formal As The Scales On A Fish.

The Ocean, Under The Pulsation Of Lighthouses And Noise Of Bell Buoys, Advances As Usual, Looking As If It Were Not That Ocean In Which Dropped Things Are Bound To Sink-- In Which If They Turn And Twist, It Is Neither With Volition Nor Consciousness.