The Hardest Thing To Believe When You're

You Could Have Forgiven My Committing A Sin If You Hadn't Feared That I Had A Committed A Pleasure As Well.

Spring Was Running In A Thin Green Flame Over The Valley.

I Haven't Much Opinion Of Words. They're Apt To Set Fire To A Dry Tongue, That's What I Say.

The Transcendental Point Of View, The Habit Of Thought Bred By Communion With Earth And Sky, Had Refined The Grain While It Had Roughened The Husk.

It Is Only In The Heart That Anything Really Happens.