A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesicknes >>
I never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conse >>
A liberal man is too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel. >>
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose >>
It must be that evil communications corrupt good dispositions. >>
Communication is a skill that you can learn. It's like riding a bicycl >>
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, and wants it down.