Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against

To Time It Never Seems That He Is Brave To Set Himself Against The Peaks Of Snow To Lay Them Level With The Running Wave, Nor Is He Overjoyed When They Lie Low, But Only Grave, Contemplative And Grave.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

But Not Gold In Commercial Quantities, Just Enough Gold To Make The Engagement Rings And Marriage Rings Of Those Who Owned The Farm. What Gold More Innocent Could One Have Asked For?

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

Create And Stir Other People To Create.