A Man Is The Whole

Crossing A Bare Common, In Snow Puddles At Twilight, Under A Clouded Sky, Without Having In My Thoughts Any Occurrence Of Special Good Fortune, I Have Enjoyed Perfect Exhilaration. I Am Glad To The Brink Of Fear.

Out Of Sleeping A Waking, Out Of Waking A Sleep.

I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As Shall Not Suggest A Restraint, But Contrariwise The Wildest Freedom.

A Man Is The Facade Of A Temple Wherein All Wisdom And All Good Abide.

I Once Heard A Preacher Who Sorely Tempted Me To Go To Church No More.