The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.
we're anything brighter than even the sun
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.