Though A Quarrel In The Streets Is

A Long Poem Is A Test Of Invention Which I Take To Be The Polar Star Of Poetry, As Fancy Is The Sails, And Imagination The Rudder.

All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down To Write.

Call The World If You Please "the Vale Of Soul-making." Then You Will Find Out The Use Of The World.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

The Opinion I Have Of The Generality Of Women--who Appear To Me As Children To Whom I Would Rather Give A Sugar Plum Than My Time, Forms A Barrier Against Matrimony Which I Rejoice In.