When I Was Young My Teachers Were

I Dwell In A Lonely House I Know That Vanished Many A Summer Ago.

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader. I Know People Who Read Without Hearing The Sentence Sounds And They Were The Fastest Readers. Eye Readers We Call Them. They Get The Meaning By Glances. But They Are Bad Readers Because They Miss The Best Part Of What A Good Writer Puts Into His Work.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.