I End Not Far From My Going

All The Fun Is In How You Say A Thing.

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

There Is Little Much Beyond The Grave, But The Strong Are Saying Nothing Until They See.

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

Earth's The Right Place For Love. I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.