Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

Love has earth to which she clings.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

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

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.