When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

Whatever you do, don't whimper, but take the consequences.

The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.