I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
A poem is no place for an idea.
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.
We rocked to a stop still on a downslope.
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.