What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

I hate commas in the wrong places.

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.

Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

If you done it, it ain't bragging.

A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense.... [T]he wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs - out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time - chant, not of the past only, but of the future.