Freedom Lies In Being Bold.

Before I Built A Wall I'd Ask To Know What I Was Walling In Or Walling Out.

Thinking Isn't Agreeing Or Disagreeing. That's Voting.

A Poem Begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness.

Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In Its Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth.

What An Exciting Age It Is We Live In With All This Talk About The Hope Of Youth And Nothing Made Of Youth.