You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

In summer, the song sings itself.

It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.