To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
My life will be the best illustration of all my work.
I only appear to be dead.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.