For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.

I've given offense by saying I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night