Ah, snug lie those that slumber Beneath Conviction's roof. Their floors are sturdy lumber, Their windows weatherproof. But I sleep cold forever And cold sleep all my kind, For I was born to shiver In the draft from an open mind.

Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!

In Australia, not reading poetry is the national pastime.

Love or perish" we are told and we tell ourselves. The phrase is true enough so long as we do not interpret it as "Mingle or be a failure.

There are books that one needs maturity to enjoy just as there are books an adult can come on too late to savor.

I am he / Who champions total liberty - / Intolerance being, ma'am, a state / No tolerant man can tolerate.

I sing Connecticut, her charms / Of rivers, orchards, blossoming ridges. / I sing her gardens, fences, farms, / Spiders and midges.