I Cannot Live With You,

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind- As If My Brain Had Split- I Tried To Match It- Seam By Seam- But Could Not Make It Fit.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

Nature Is A Haunted House--but Art--is A House That Tries To Be Haunted.

Beauty Is Not Caused. It Is.

A Shady Friend For Torrid Days Is Easier To Find Than One Of Higher Temperature For Frigid Hour Of Mind.