I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly

Two Roads Diverged In A Wood And I - I Took The One Less Traveled By, And That Has Made All The Difference.

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.

The Artist In Me Cries Out For Design.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.

It Looked As If A Night Of Dark Intent Was Coming, And Not Only A Night, An Age. Someone Had Better Be Prepared For Rage.