Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least, good friends, we know; So live and laugh, nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.
I am not one Who must have everything, yet I must have My dreams if I must live, for they are mine. Wisdom is not one word and then another, Till words are like dry leaves under a tree; Wisdom is like a dawn that comes up slowly Out of an unknown ocean.
And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.