When Angels Visit Earth, The

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

Let Our First Care Today Be The Re-establishment Of Our Physical Strength, The Reconstruction Of Our National Organism, So That In Future, Where The Respect Due To Us Cannot Be Won By Entreaty, It May Be Commanded, And Where It Cannot Be Commanded, It May Be Enforced.

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.