The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.

O God, In The Dream The Terrible Horse Began To Paw At The Air, And Make For Me With His Blows.

But Is There Any Reason To Believe That A Woman's Spiritual Fibre Is Less Sturdy Than A Man's? Is It Not Possible For A Woman To Come To Terms With Herself If Not With The World; To Withdraw More And More, As Time Goes On, Her Own Personality From Her Productions; To Stop Childish Fears Of Death And Eschew Charming Rebellions Against Facts?

I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas - Work Is The One Thing In Which I Really Believe.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.