THE WOODS ARE LOVELY, AND DARK, AND DEEP. BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP, AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP, AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP. ROBERT FROST: STOPPING BY WOODS ON A LOVELY EVENING.
ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER, NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST; THE OLD THAT IS STRONG DOES NOT WITHER, DEEP ROOTS ARE NOT REACHED BY THE FROST. J.R.R. TOLKIEN: ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER
STONE WALLS DO NOT A PRISON MAKE, NOR IRON BARS A CAGE; MINDS INNOCENT AND QUIET TAKE THAT FOR AN HERMITAGE; IF I HAVE FREEDOM IN MY LOVE AND IN MY SOUL I'M FREE, ANGELS ALONE, THAT SOAR ABOVE, ENJOY SUCH LIBERTY.