Be Of Love A Little More Careful

The Theory Of The Free Press Is Not That The Truth Will Be Presented Completely Or Perfectly In Any One Instance, But That The Truth Will Emerge From Free Discussion

Your Head Is A Living Forest Full Of Songbirds.

Who Pays Any Attention To The Syntax Of Things Will Never Wholly Kiss You

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.