I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

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.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true