Paradox Likes Contradictions With Exits.

In Bridge Clubs And In Councils Of State, The Passions Are The Same.

Always Leave Room For The Reader To Supply Meanings.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.

We Do Justice Coldly, Injustice Hotly.