-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

(existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

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.

It takes three to make a child.