God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich.
Those who will not reason, perish in the act. Those who will not act, perish for that reason.
If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.
The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.
The poet marries the language, and out of this marriage the poem is born.
All I have is a voice.