Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.
True friends will always push you towards the great possibilities of your future, false friends will always chain you to the mistakes in your past.
And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor – And this, and so much more? -.
I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.