If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are old may my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if it's sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young and may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more than truly there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.