I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be

Who Hath Not Seen Thee Oft Amid Thy Store? Sometimes Whoever Seeks Abroad May Find Thee Sitting Careless On A Granary Floor, Thy Hair Soft-lifted By The Winnowing Wind; Or On A Half-reap'd Furrow Sound Asleep, Drows'd With The Fume Of Poppies, While Thy Hook Spares The Next Swath And All Its Twined Flowers.

For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms Until They Are Proved Upon Our Pulses.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.