Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature.
Do not hire a man who does your work for money$$$ but him who does it for love of it.
Wildness is the preservation of the World.
What's the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted$$$ and animals whisper at me from unseen places.
These poems$$$ with all their crudities$$$ doubts and confusions$$$ are written for the love of man and in Praise of God$$$ and I'd be a damn fool if they weren't.
To begin$$$ at the beginning...
Ever since childhood$$$ when I lived within earshot of the Boston and Maine$$$ I have seldom heard a train go by and not wished I was on it.
Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
If your hate could be turned into electricity$$$ it would light up the whole world.