If you like yourself for the wrong reason, you will dislike yourself for the right reason. - Eli Siegel

The quiet of this afternoon is strange, haunting, awful;
Hear that buzzing in the hot grass, coming from live things; and those crows' cries from somewhere;
There is a sluggish, sad brook near here, too.
The bird is gone now, so graceful, fair as it was, And the sky has nothing but the brightness of air in it.
The clean color of air.
The sun makes it be afternoon here;...

No self can truly know itself and be ashamed.

An unsure person, when truth makes a point, is too often stabbed, not inspired.