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The First Thing I Do In Any Town I Come To Is Ask If It Has A Bookstore.

They Cannot Scare Me With Their Empty Spaces Between Stars—on Stars Where No Human Race Is. I Have It In Me So Much Nearer Home To Scare Myself With My Own Desert Places.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

The Mind-is Not The Heart. I May Yet Live, As I Know Others Live, To Wish In Vain To Let Go With The Mind- Of Cares, At Night, To Sleep; But Nothing Tells Me That I Need Learn To Let Go With The Heart.

Poetry Should Be Common In Experience But Uncommon In Books.