Nothing recedes like progress.
Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.
Only by you my heart always moves.
because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)
things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision