Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

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

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world

Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?

The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.

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.