here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

Must's a schoolroom in the month of may

America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still.