Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

Let Those Possess The Land, And Only Those, Who Love It With A Love So Strong And Stupid That They May Be Abused And Taken Advantage Of And Made Fun Of By Business, Law, And Art.

I Only Hope That When I Am Free, As They Are Free To Go In Quest, Of The Knowledge Beyond The Bounds Of Life, It May Not Seem Better To Me To Rest.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

States Strong Enough To Do Good Are But Few. Their Number Would Seem Limited To Three.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.