We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our

Unconfusion Submits Its Confusion To Proof; It's Not A Herod's Oath That Cannot Change.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

My Father Used To Say, "superior People Never Make Long Visits, Have To Be Shown Longfellows Grave, Or The Glass Flowers At Harvard."

The Small Tuft Of Fronds Or Katydid Legs Above Each Eye, Still Numbering The Units In Each Group; The Shadbones Regularly Set About The Mouth, To Droop Or Rise