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

The imagination is man's power over nature.

To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

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.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.