Women who are inclined to write poetry at all are inspired by being mad at something.
I think there’s one thing which distinguishes our art – we don’t consider. We don’t think. We write a little verse because it comes to us.
There are good reasons why natural selection has become widely accepted as an explanation of evolutionary development. When applied to mammals and other large animals, it fits perfectly. But we cannot assume that all evolutionary steps arise from selection, particularly when looking at smaller animals.
Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow’s speed.
Any object, whether animate or inanimate, will have a size. Airplanes, boats, or musical string instruments vary in size just like animals and plants, and in all cases, their size and their material construction are totally different matters even though they affect one another.
Reality is not simply there, it must be searched and won.
The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosopher’s Stone.
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
The spirit world doesn’t admit to communicating with me, so it’s fairly even.
The sudden appearance of mushrooms after a summer rain is one of the more impressive spectacles of the plant world.