A turning point in modern history.

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.