suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
It may take two people to make a really beautiful mistake.
Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.