wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

All in green went my love riding

great men burn bridges before they come to them

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.

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.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.