I am what is around me.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

God is gracious to some very peculiar people.

I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.