I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Freedom lies in being bold.

Writing a poem is discovering.

For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.