[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.
One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
When you take my time, you take something I had meant to use.
I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.