They Think Him The Best Dressed Man,

It Is Better To Be A Thorn In The Side Of A Friend Than An Echo.

By Virtue Of This Science The Poet Is The Namer, Or Language-maker, Naming Things Sometimes After Their Appearance, Sometimes After Their Essence, And Giving To Every One Its Own Name And Not Another's, Thereby Rejoicing The Intellect, Which Delights In Detachment Or Boundary.

I Am Ready To Die Out Of Nature, And Be Born Again Into This New Yet Unapproachable America I Have Found In The West.

The Invariable Mark Of Wisdom Is To See The Miraculous In The Common.

I Hate The Prostitution Of The Name Of Friendship To Signify Modish And Worldly Alliances.