The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
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.
