Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
Education is hanging around until you've caught on.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.
We love the things we love for what they are.