You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But

Summary Riposte To The Dreary Wail There's No Knowing What Love Is All About. Poets Know A Lot.

The Best Things And Best People Rise Out Of Their Separateness; I'm Against A Homogenized Society Because I Want The Cream To Rise.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

Love At The Lips Was Touch As Sweet As I Could Bear; And Once That Seemed Too Much; I Lived On Air.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away