Some poems are for holidays only. They are polished and sweet, but it is the sweetness of sugar, and not such as toil gives to sour bread. The breath with which the poet utters his verse must be that by which he lives.
Henry David ThoreauExpect no trivial truth from me, unless I am on the witness- stand. I will come as near to lying as you can drive a coach and four.
Henry David Thoreau