Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.
I wonder more and more just where I may have come out if I had never seen Harvard Square.
To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.
For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.
Where's the need of singing now?