Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.

Nothing Is Quite Honest That Is Not Commercial, But Not Everything Commercial Is Honest.

The Way A Crow Shook Down On Me The Dust Of Snow From A Hemlock Tree Has Given My Heart A Change Of Mood And Saved Some Part Of A Day I Had Rued.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.