Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Progress-progress is the dirtiest word in the language-who ever told us- And made us believe it-that to take a step forward was necessarily, was always A good idea?

A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public eye with his pants down.

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!