If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
The only way round is through.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.
