The land was ours before we were the land s. She was our land more than a hundred years before we were her people. – Robert Frost
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. – Robert Frost
Topographically the country is magnificent — and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak. – Henry Miller