Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
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.
Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.
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.
