One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.
One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.
When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.
You can't build a reputation on what you're going to do.
Red Boots On Way down Geneva All along Vine, Deeper than the snowdrift Love's eyes shine: Mary Lou's walking In…