A turning point in modern history.
If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.
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.