A Lean Sorrow Is Hardest To Bear.

Conversation's Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You've Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, An' It Wears A Person Out.

My Childhood Is Very Vivid To Me, And I Don't Feel Very Different Now From The Way I Felt Then. It Would Appear I Am The Very Same Person, Only With Wrinkles.

In The Life Of Each Of Us, I Said To Myself, There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness; We Are Each The Uncompanioned Hermit And Recluse Of An Hour Or A Day; We Understand Our Fellows Of The Cell To Whatever Age Of History They May Belong.

When She Walked...she Stretched Out Long And Thin Like A Little Tiger, And Held Her Head High To Look Over The Grass As If She Were Treading The Jungle.

The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort They Could Be To A Man.