In summer, the song sings itself. Votes: 7
A new music is a new mind. Votes: 3
A new world is only a new mind. Votes: 0
A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. Votes: 0
Death will be late to bring us aid Votes: 0
Empty pockets make empty heads. Votes: 0
Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. Votes: 0
No ideas but in things. Votes: 0
Nothing whips my blood like verse. Votes: 0
Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse-- at least, blinded by the light, young love is. Votes: 0
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another. Votes: 0
What power has love but forgiveness? Votes: 0
When I am alone I am happy. Votes: 0