Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

Hell is a half-filled auditorium.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.