There are some people whom we envy not because they are rich or handsome or successful, although they may be all or any of these, but because everything they are or do seems to be all of a piece, so that even if they wanted to they could not be or do otherwise.

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.

Something needn't be large to be good.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

Why shouldn't we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music [...], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?

Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.