Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.

Sunday is the core of our civilization, dedicated to thought and reverence.

My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.

The affirmative of affirmatives... is love.

The true poem is the poet's mind.

A man is what he thinks about all day long.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.