Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

Democracy is the best chance for the best people.

I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.

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

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.