The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts;

Up From The Bronze, I Saw Water Without A Flaw Rush To Its Rest In Air Reach To Its Rest, And Fall.

Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony As A Statue Is Carved Out Of Marble.

Innocence Of Heart And Violence Of Feeling Are Necessary In Any Kind Of Superior Achievement: The Arts Cannot Exist Without Them.

A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not Make Up For A Thousand Blows.

Because Language Is The Carrier Of Ideas, It Is Easy To Believe That It Should Be Very Little Else Than Such A Carrier.