"I am glad you are not a poet. I mean, I am glad you are not a poet. It is a terrible thing to be a poet."

"If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in vain."

"After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before?"

"The only Port I ever knew Is that which leads to Thee – The only Land I ever saw Is in Thy Memory –"

"I fear a Pioneer – Himself – The Vanishing Frontier – The Wilderness – in him – No less – than in the Land –"