Beware how you take away hope from any human being.

Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.

We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.

Love prefers twilight to daylight.

Rough work, iconoclasm, but the only way to get at truth.