About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The

A Professor Is Someone Who Talks In Someone Else's Sleep.

A Poet's Hope: To Be, Like Some Valley Cheese, Local, But Prized Elsewhere.

Time And Fevers Burn Away Individual Beauty From Thoughtful Children, And The Grave Proves The Child Ephemeral

Before People Complain Of The Obscurity Of Modern Poetry, They Should First Examine Their Consciences And Ask Themselves With How Many People And On How Many Occasions They Have Genuinely And Profoundly Shared Some Experience With Another...

There Is A Great Deal Of Difference In Believing Something Still, And Believing It Again.