Existence Has Overpowered Books. Today I Slew

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.

My Only Sketch, Profile, Of Heaven Is A Large Blue Sky, And Larger Than The Biggest I Have Seen In June - And In It Are My Friends - Every One Of Them.

November Always Seemed To Me The Norway Of The Year.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

I Tasted Life.