One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.
A poem is a small machine made of words.
Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
History, history! We fools, what do we know or care.
Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.