All Are / Naked, None Is Safe.

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.

When We Think We Don't Like Art It Is Because It Is Artificial Art.

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

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.