Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.
Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.
...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind
I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.
And see she flies, and she is everywhere.
Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.