It Is Not a Word
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if…
Information's pretty thin stuff unless mixed with experience.
Eschew the monumental. Shun the Epic. All the guys who can paint great big pictures can paint great small ones.