Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.