One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.
I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.