Not To Sink Under Being Man And

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

You Have Freedom When You're Easy In Your Harness.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day; Have Clapped My Hands At Him From The Door When It Seemed As If I Could Bear No More. The Fault Must Partly Have Been In Me. The Bird Was Not To Blame For His Key. And Of Course There Must Be Something Wrong In Wanting To Silence Any Song.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out.

If You Don't Know How Great This Country Is, I Know Someone Who Does; Russia.