And The Coolness Of Your Smile Is

Unless You Love Someone, Nothing Else Makes Any Sense.

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth How Often Has The Naughty Thumb Of Science Prodded Thy Beauty Thou Answereth Them Only With Spring.

Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I Think Is No Parenthesis

The Three Saddest Things Are The Ill Wanting To Be Well, The Poor Wanting To Be Rich, And The Constant Traveler Saying 'anywhere But Here'.

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