My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.