The helpful thought for which you look Is written somewhere in a book.
It's well we cannot hear the screams we make in other people's dreams.
The world may think it idiotic, Nor care at all we're symbiotic, But I will say at once and twice: I find it nice. I find it nice.
Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.
My favorite journey is looking out the window.
Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.