The People I Want To Hear About

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

The Only Way Round Is Through.

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

Scholars And Artists Thrown Together Are Often Annoyed At The Puzzle Of Where They Differ. Both Work From Knowledge; But I Suspectthey Differ Most Importantly In The Way Their Knowledge Is Come By. Scholars Get Theirs With Conscientious Thoroughness Along Projected Lines Of Logic; Poets Theirs Cavalierly And As It Happens In And Out Of Books. They Stick To Nothing Deliberately, But Let What Will Stick To Them Like Burrs Where They Walk In The Fields.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.