It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.
The days that make us happy make us wise
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
Love is a flame to set the will on fire
Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.