Don't Think Too Much Of Style.

Not On One Strand Are All Life's Jewels Strung.

As To The Garden, It Seems To Me Its Chief Fruit Is-blackbirds.

Yea, I Have Looked, And Seen November There; The Changeless Seal Of Change It Seemed To Be, Fair Death Of Things That, Living Once, Were Fair; Bright Sign Of Loneliness Too Great For Me, Strange Image Of The Dread Eternity, In Whose Void Patience How Can These Have Part, These Outstretched Feverish Hands, This Restless Heart?

The True Secret Of Happiness Lies In Taking A Genuine Interest In All The Details Of Daily Life.

No Pattern Should Be Without Some Sort Of Meaning.