I Love Thee To The Level Of

Enough! We're Tired, My Heart And I. We Sit Beside The Headstone Thus, And Wish That Name Were Carved For Us. The Moss Reprints More Tenderly The Hard Types Of The Mason's Knife, As Heaven's Sweet Life Renews Earth's Life With Which We're Tired, My Heart And I .... In This Abundant Earth No Doubt Is Little Room For Things Worn Out: Disdain Them, Break Them, Throw Them By! And If Before The Days Grew Rough We Once Were Loved, Used, - Well Enough, I Think, We've Fared, My Heart And I.

Whoso Loves, Believes In The Impossible

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

Get Work, Get Work; Be Sure 'tis Better Than What You Work To Get.

I Work With Patience, Which Is Almost Power.