Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.

Good fences make good neighbors.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.