Love At The Lips Was Touch As

If Society Fits You Comfortably Enough, You Call It Freedom.

I Never Feel More At Home Than At A Ballgame.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

A Champion Of The Workingman Has Never Been Known To Die Of Overwork.

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.