Not curiosity, not vanity, not the consideration of expediency, not duty and conscientiousness, but an unquenchable, unhappy thirst that brooks no compromise leads us to truth.
The Cherry Trees The cherry trees bend over and are shedding, On the old road where all that passed are…
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out ... and…
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.