The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race
Robert FrostI'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Robert FrostHumour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.
Robert Frost