Something needn't be large to be good.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?

Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.