It becomes still more difficult to find
Words at once true and kind,
Or not untrue and not unkind.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

They say eyes clear with age.

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?

Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.'' Philip Larkin

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.

All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.