When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

I was under twenty when I deliberately put it to myself one night after good conversation that there are moments when we actually touch in talk what the best writing can only come near. The curse of our book language is not so much that it keeps forever to the same set phrases . . . but that it sounds forever with the same reading tones. We must go out into the vernacular for tones that haven't been brought to book.

Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart