Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

The usual dog about the town is much inclined to play the clown.