Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.
It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.