Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.

A FEATHER.

A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

One of the pleasant things those of us who write or paint do is to have the daily miracle. It does come.

I know what Germans are. They are a funny people. They are always choosing someone to lead them in a direction which they do not want to go.

Silent gratitude isn't very much to anyone.

Disillusionment in living is finding that no one can really ever be agreeing with you completely in anything.