I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

Nature is always hinting at us.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

The only certain freedom's in departure.

People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.