It is all the time you wasted on your rose that makes it so important. To ask us to know what we're doing is asking too much. In the beginning, what was mine was mine and what was your was yours. Then, what was mine was yours and what was yours was mine. And in the end there was no you and there was no me.
Patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels.
Because you are to me a prayer I cannot say you everywhere. You will not stay when summer goes. Una sola vez se llama. At ebb tide I wrote A line upon the sand And gave it all my heart And all my soul. At flood tide i returned To read what I had inscribed And found my ignorance upon the shore.