Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

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

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.

The only realism in art is of the imagination.

Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge

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.

THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.