I Always Entertain Great Hopes.

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

... 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.

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.