Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.
Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.