The Best Way Out Is Always Through.

But Strictly Held By None, Is Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round, And Only By One's Going Slightly Taut In The Capriciousness Of Summer Air Is Of The Slightest Bondage Made Aware.

Education Doesn't Change Life Much. It Just Lifts Trouble To A Higher Plane Of Regard.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat

No Memory Of Having Starred Atones For Later Disregard, Or Keeps The End From Being Hard.

No Tears In The Writer, No Tears In The Reader. No Surprise In The Writer, No Surprise In The Reader.