And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love

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

Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

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.

Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves... Honor and love him...do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

most people are perfectly afraid of silence