To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.