The only way round is through.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

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.

Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.