Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can...

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can...

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature...

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature...

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with...

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with...

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone,...

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone,...

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal....

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal....

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's...

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's...

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

One's ignorance is one's chief asset.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a...

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a...

Beauty is momentary in the mind The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the...

Beauty is momentary in the mind The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important...

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on...

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on...

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.