The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.

our can'ts were born to happen our mosts have died in more

because it's Spring thingS dare to do people (& not the other way round)because it 's A pril Lives lead their own persons(in stead of everybodyelse's)but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

one pierced moment whiter than the rest -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep i watch the roses of the day grow deep.

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.