I believe in teaching, but I donโt believe in going to school.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.
When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.
I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.