The Only Way Out Is Through.

What Are We? Young Or New? We Must Be Something.

Poets Like Shakespeare Know More About Poetry Than Any $25 An Hour Man.

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.