There Never Was A War That Was

The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To Return A Rapacious Look.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing Is An Enchanted Thing, Like The Glaze On A Katydid-wing Subdivided By Sun Till The Nettings Are Legion.

Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

Revision Is Its Own Reward.