Oh, Must We Dream Our Dreams And

Being A Poet Is One Of The Unhealthier Jobs--no Regular Hours, So Many Temptations!

Topography Displays No Favorites; North's As Near As West. More Delicate Than The Historians' Are The Map-makers' Colors.

Oh, Must We Dream Our Dreams And Have Them, Too?

The Whole Shadow Of Man Is Only As Big As His Hat.

I Am Sorry For People Who Can't Write Letters. But I Suspect Also That You And I ... Love To Write Them Because It's Kind Of Like Working Without Really Doing It.