I've Given Offense By Saying I'd As

To Be A Poet Is A Condition, Not A Profession.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

The Best Way Out Is Always Through.

Americans Are Like A Rich Father Who Wishes He Knew How To Give His Son The Hardships That Made Him Rich.