Genius Knows Where The Questions

Repetition Comforts Me For A Time, Then Closes In.

No Use Saying Necessity Is Making A Mistake.

If We Knew Enough, Fortune Would Turn Out To Be Nature.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

I Have Learned To Keep To Myself How Exceptional I Am.