Have I not walked without an upward look Of caution under stars that very well Might not have missed me when they shot and fell? It was a risk I had to take-and took.

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

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

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.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.