The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
I would blossom if I were a rose.
To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.
Music my rampart, and my only one.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.