Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

Families break up when they get hints you don't intend and miss hints that you do.

A turning point in modern history.

I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old.

The only way out is to go through