Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.
The brain can be easy to buy, but the heart never comes to market.
Heaven is neither here nor there to me. Everywhere and nowhere. Just not in between, But I believe in Heaven.
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch's men talked with us face to face.
The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.