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 snake stood up for evil in the Garden.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

What makes a nation in the beginning is a good piece of geography.

A turning point in modern history.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.