Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome…
by Dev
To cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh To th' winds whose pity,…
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my…
Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me, I may…
And queer inspiration Of music, the nation Of bright-plumed trees And…
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle…
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he…
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something…
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed…
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes…
