“New' is a word for fools in towns who think / Style upon style in dress and thought at last / Must get somewhere.”

“What are we?Young or new?We must be something.”

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”

“Something sinister in the toneTold me my secret must be known:Word I was in the house aloneSomehow must have gotten abroad,Word I was in my life alone,Word I had no one left but God.”

“I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.”

“He thought that I was after him for a feather---The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.”

“Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.”