The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.
Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.