I Have Miles To Go

The Test Is Always How We Treat The Poor.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.

I Hate The Idea That You Ought To Read The Whole Of Anybody.