Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

Writing a poem is discovering.

Belief is better than anything else, and it is best when rapt - above paying its respects to anybody's doubt whatsoever.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.