And one of the three great things in the world is gossip, you know. First there's religion; and then there's science; and there's-and then there's friendly gossip. Those are the three-the three great things.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Nature's first green is gold.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.