When Clever People Ask Me Where I

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood And I - I Took The One Less Traveled By, And That Has Made All The Difference.

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.

A Bank Is A Place Where They Lend You An Umbrella In Fair Weather And Ask For It Back When It Begins To Rain.