Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation.

I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

I Heard Someone Say He [carl Sandburg] Was The Kind Of Writer Who Had Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose By Being Translated Into Another Language.

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.