Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
Do you hear the children singing?
This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.