For I Thought Epicurus And Lucretius By

No, In Country Money, The Country Scale Of Gain, The Requisite Lift Of Spirit Has Never Been Found.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

I'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.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

But I Have Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep, And Miles To Go Before I Sleep.