Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?

Near a war is always not very near.

There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life.

The first hope of a painter who feels hopeful about painting is the hope that the painting will move, that it will live outside its frame.

Any time is the time to make a poem.

Melanctha Herbert was always losing what she had in all the things she saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was not leaving others. Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and much too often. She was always full with mystery and subtle movements and denials and vague distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and unbounded in some faith, and then she would suffer and be strong in her repression. Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and quiet and always she could only find new ways to be in trouble.

It is funny the two things most men are proudest of is the thing that any man can do and doing does in the same way, that is being drunk and being the father of their son.