Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes

Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.