How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
May is much sunshine through small leaves.
This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.
To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.