The Deepest Feeling Always Shows

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

Any Writer Overwhelmingly Honest About Pleasing Himself Is Almost Sure To Please Others.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

In A Poem The Excitement Has To Maintain Itself. I Am Governed By The Pull Of The Sentence As The Pull Of A Fabric Is Governed By Gravity.