Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
I dwell in possiblities.
Wonder is not precisely knowing.
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate.
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.