Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?
The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.
Writing a poem is discovering.
What is done is done for the love of it- or not really done at all.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.