What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.