So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

Of course there is matter for remark in poems. Nobody denies that. But it must be solemnly laid on everybody in this world to make his own observations and remarks. That's what we mean by thinking, and that's about all we mean. A teacher says to a pupil "Watch me notice a few things in the next few months: let's see you notice a few things too."

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

The difference between a job and a career is the difference between forty and sixty hours a week.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.