Love is the whole and more than all.
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.
All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.