You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

The World Is Full Of Willing People; Some Willing To Work, The Rest Willing To Let Them.

The Reason Why Worry Kills More People Than Work Is That More People Worry Than Work.

I Am Not A Nature Poet. There Is Almost Always A Person In My Poems.

Nature's First Green Is Gold, Her Hardest Hue To Hold. Her Early Leaf's A Flower; But Only So An Hour. Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf. So Eden Sank To Grief, So Dawn Goes Down To Day. Nothing Gold Can Stay.