Nothing Happens Unless First We Dream.

Let Your Heart Look On White Sea Spray And Be Lonely. Love Is A Fool Star. You And A Ring Of Stars May Mention My Name And Then Forget Me. Love Is A Fool Star.

I Cried Over Beautiful Things, Knowing No Beautiful Thing Lasts.

Poetry Is A Dance Music Measuring Buck-and-wing Follies Along With The Gravest And Stateliest Dead-marches.

If I Added To Their Pride Of America, I Am Happy.

Who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?