So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.
Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.