Do you know, Considering the market, there are more Poems produced than any other thing? No wonder poets sometimes have to seem So much more businesslike than businessmen. Their wares are so much harder to get rid of.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of 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.

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

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

An idea is a feat of association.