It Takes So Many Years To Learn

A Cold Coming We Had Of It, Just The Worst Time Of The Year For A Journey, And Such A Long Journey: The Ways Deep And The Weather Sharp, The Very Dead Of Winter.

Our Emotions Are Only “incidents” In The Effort To Keep Day And Night Together.

It Is Worth While Dying, To Find Out What Life Is.

In Life There Is Not Time To Grieve Long.

The Bad Poet Is Usually Unconscious Where He Ought To Be Conscious, And Conscious Where He Ought To Be Unconscious.