At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

...on forever's very now we stand.