We are made whole by books, as by great space and the stars.
Three men, together riding, Can win new worlds at their will; Resolute, neer dividing, Lead, and be victors still. Three can laugh and doom a king, Three can make the planets sing.
A good dog never dies.
The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.
The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me.
A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.