A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

I'm against a homogenized society, because I want the cream to rise.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.