“Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minute brilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sails they glide to the wind tossing green water from their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls. William Carlos Williams
“I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them. William Carlos Williams
“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. William Carlos Williams
“these are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night. William Carlos Williams