I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.

Superior People Never Make Long Visits.

One Must Be As Clear As One's Natural Reticence Allows One To Be.

Sun And Moon And Day And Night And Man And Beast Each With A Splendor Which Man In All His Vileness Cannot Set Aside; Each With An Excellence!

I Am Hard To Disgust, But A Pretentious Poet Can Do It