The Way A Crow Shook Down On

Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In Its Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth.

Something Sinister In The Tone Told Me My Secret Must Be Known: Word I Was In The House Alone Somehow Must Have Gotten Abroad, Word I Was In My Life Alone, Word I Had No One Left But God.

A Civilized Society Is One Which Tolerates Eccentricity To The Point Of Doubtful Sanity.

You Can Be A Little Ungrammatical If You Come From The Right Part Of The Country.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.