Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.
Do you hear the children singing?
The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
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.