There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.

If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.