I am! I have come through! I belong!

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

The fog comes on little cat feet.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.