Joy Is For The Simple Or The

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.

I Wonder Love Can Have Already Set In Dreams, When We've Not Met More Times Than I Can Number On One Hand.