By the way, a gendarme assured me this is not a prison.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

mr youse needn't be so spry concernin questions arty each has his tastes but as for i i likes a certain party gimme the he-man's solid bliss for youse ideas i'll match youse a pretty girl who naked is is worth a million statues

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying 'anywhere but here'.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.