I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t

Any Work Of Art Must First Of All Tell A Story.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know. His House Is In The Village Though; He Will Not See Me Stopping Here To Watch His Woods Fill Up With Snow.

If There Is One Thing In Life That I Have Learned About Life It Is... It Goes On.