You mustn't forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had.

First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up, and then you forget to pull your zipper down

Don't slip into the traps, and don't forget about your 'hood, the kids in the 'hood. Remember, you're disposable, so take advantage while you can.

Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.

I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.

It's really my being lucky enough to bag an inch of candle that incites me to this pitch of punctual epistolary. I must measure my letter by the light.