I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.

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.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

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.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.