Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.
If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.
An idea is a feat of association.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat