Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

As A Confirmed Astronomer I'm Always For A Better Sky.

New Is A Word For Fools In Towns Who Think Style Upon Style In Dress And Thought At Last Must Get Somewhere.

Sentences Are Not Different Enough To Hold The Attention Unless They Are Dramatic. No Ingenuity Of Varying Structure Will Do. All That Can Save Them Is The Speaking Tone Of Voice Somehow Entangled In The Words And Fastened To The Page For The Ear Of The Imagination. That Is All That Can Save Poetry From Sing-song, All That Can Save Prose From Itself.

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

Ends And Beginnings—there Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.