Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.
e. e. cummingsmr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues
e. e. cummings-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.
e. e. cummings