One Loves Only Form, And

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Love Is Form, And Cannot Be Without Important Substance

I'm One Of The Cliches That Has Grown Up.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

I Take Space To Be The Central Fact To Man Born In America. I Spell It Large Because It Comes Large Here. Large And Without Mercy.