Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.
time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
mr 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
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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.