One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

You shall above all things be glad and young.

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise