Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.

Nor Is There Wanting In The Press Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In It Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth. The Tale Of Earth's Unhonored Things Sounds Nobler There Than 'neath The Sun; And The Mind Whirls And The Heart Sings, And A Shout Greets The Daring One.

I Don't Like To See Things On Purpose. I Like Them To Soak In. A Friend . . . Asked Me To Go To The Top Of The Empire State Building Once, And I Told Him That He Shouldn't Treat New York As A Sight-it's Feeling, An Emotional Experience. And The Same With Every Place Else.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day.

If You Don't Know How Great This Country Is, I Know Someone Who Does; Russia.