Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell
What if they gave a war and nobody came?
Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.