If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

For I have had too much Of apple-picking:I am overtired Of the great harvest I myself desired.

Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.

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.

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.