The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.

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?

Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

What the Man-Moth fears most he must do.