Life Has Taught Me That

The Transcendental Point Of View, The Habit Of Thought Bred By Communion With Earth And Sky, Had Refined The Grain While It Had Roughened The Husk.

You Could Have Forgiven My Committing A Sin If You Hadn't Feared That I Had A Committed A Pleasure As Well.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

Evidently, Whatever Else Marriage Might Prevent, It Was Not A Remedy For Isolation Of Spirit.

There Is A Terrible Loneliness In The Spring.