There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of Like Scared

The Best Way To Hate Is The Worst. 'tis To Find What The Hated Need, Never Mind Of What Actual Worth, And Wipe That Out Of The Earth. Let Them Die Of Unsatisfied Greed.

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.

We Cannot Tell Some People What It Is Believe, Partly Because They Are Too Stupid To Understand, Partly Because We Are Too Proudly Vague To Explain.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.