Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

Weariness, sometimes more than anything else, can bring an end to war.

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.

Irritation for some men was their response to strain.

... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.