Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

Thou Large-brain'd Woman And Large-hearted Man.

Will That Light Come Again, As Now These Tears Come...falling Hot And Real!

The Great Chasm Between The Thing I Say, And The Thing I Would Say, Would Be Quite Dispiriting To Me, In Spite Even Of Such Kindnesses As Yours, If The Desire Did Not Master The Despondency.

The Charm, One Might Say The Genius, Of Memory Is That It Is Choosy, Chancy And Temperamental; It Rejects The Edifying Cathedral And Indelibly Photographs The Small Boy Outside, Chewing A Hunk Of Melon In The Dust.