We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing Is An Enchanted Thing, Like The Glaze On A Katydid-wing Subdivided By Sun Till The Nettings Are Legion.

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

As Contagion Of Sickness Makes Sickness, Contagion Of Trust Can Make Trust.

The Deft White-stockinged Dance In Thick-soled Shoes! Denmark's Sanctuaried Jews!