How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?
Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?
Coffee in England is just toasted milk.
It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.
What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.