To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.
O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
Must's a schoolroom in the month of may