Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.
If only I could
I’d write poems by the score.
Who could ask for more?
Old kit bag all packed.
Continue to smile, smile, smile!
No trouble at all.
|AUTHOR:||Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)|
|QUOTATION:||I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,—words in their best order; poetry,—the best words in their best order.|