I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.
Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.
I always entertain great hopes.
If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.