The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like

In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened, Or Grew Strange, There Was One Constant Good: She Did Not Change.

Most Things May Never Happen: This One Will.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.