[to Christina and Kathleen Kelly] As far as I’m concerned,…

[to Frank Navasky, at dinner party] You know, what’s always…

[to Joe Fox (NY152) in email] Sometimes I wonder about…

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are…

Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance…

Life! we’ve been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;…

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom…

OH! hear a pensive captive’s prayer, For liberty that sighs ;…

The chearful light, the vital air, Are blessings widely given ;…

It is to hope, though hope were lost.