A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

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

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away

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.

Don't Be An Agnostic. Be Something.