Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
O sweet spontaneous earth
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.
Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.