Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.
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.
My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.
