Poetry Is Talking On Tiptoe.

Published Memoirs Indicate The End Of A Man's Activity, And That He Acknowledges The End.

I Expect Woman Will Be The Last Thing Civilized By Man.

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Chance Works For Us When We Are Good Captains.

She [comedy] It Is Who Proposes The Correcting Of Pretentiousness, Of Inflation, Of Dulness, And Of The Vestiges Of Rawness And Grossness To Be Found Among Us. She Is The Ultimate Civilizer, The Polisher, A Sweet Cook.