The only way out is to go through

The footpath down to the well is healed.

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away