What freezings I have felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
I am not in the giving vein today.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
A library should be like a pair of open arms.
Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?
The girl in me wanted to slap Lung across his face and yell, "Get your eyes off my sticky buns, ya creep!
Well, I think it's era that in which people had a lot of fun. In fact too much fun and would not concern themselves with the negative effects of the accesses that they were involved in.