The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.

A good deal of confusion could be avoided, if we refrained from setting before the group, what can be the aim only of the individual; and before society as a whole, what can be the aim only of the group.

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.