For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

Create and stir other people to create.

Good fences make good neighbors.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Poets like Shakespeare know more about poetry than any $25 an hour man.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.