Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody

We Read Robert Browning's Poetry. Here We Needed No Guidance From The Professor: The Poems Themselves Were Enough.

Poetry Is An Enumeration Of Birds, Bees, Babies, Butterflies, Bugs, Bambinos, Babayagas, And Bipeds, Beating Their Way Up Bewildering Bastions.

There Is A Warning Love Sends And The Cost Of It Is Never Written Till Long Afterward.

Anger Is The Most Impotent Of Passions. It Effects Nothing It Goes About, And Hurts The One Who Is Possessed By It More Than The One Against Whom It Is Directed.

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.