Frogs eat Butterflies, Snakes eat Frogs, Hogs eat Snakes, Men eat Hogs.

One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.

The point of vision and desire are the same.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.