To Break The Pentameter, That Was The

A Classic Is Classic Not Because It Conforms To Certain Structural Rules, Or Fits Certain Definitions It Is Classic Because Of A Certain Eternal And Irrepressible Freshness.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

When Two Men In Business Always Agree, One Of Them Is Unnecessary.

'tis Not Need We Know Our Every Thought Or See The Work Shop Where Each Mask Is Wrought Wherefrom We View The World Of Box And Pit, Careless Of Wear, Just So The Mask Shall Fit And Serve Our Jape's Turn For A Night Or Two.

The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The Image.