When Clever People Ask Me Where I

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

All There Is To Writing Is Having Ideas. To Learn To Write Is To Learn To Have Ideas.

There Is Much In Nature Against Us. But We Forget: Take Nature Altogether Since Time Began, Including Human Nature, In Peace And War, And It Must Be A Little More In Favor Of Man.

The Mind-is Not The Heart. I May Yet Live, As I Know Others Live, To Wish In Vain To Let Go With The Mind- Of Cares, At Night, To Sleep; But Nothing Tells Me That I Need Learn To Let Go With The Heart.

Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.