There Is One Thing More Exasperating Than

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.

I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

They Cannot Scare Me With Their Empty Spaces Between Stars—on Stars Where No Human Race Is. I Have It In Me So Much Nearer Home To Scare Myself With My Own Desert Places.

A Mother Takes Twenty Years To Make A Man Of Her Boy, And Another Woman Makes A Fool Of Him In Twenty Minutes.

And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.