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If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Trees need not walk the earth

For beauty or for bread;

Beauty will come to them

Where they stand.

Here among the children of the sap

Is no pride of ancestry:

A birch may wear no less the morning

Than an oak.

Here are no heirlooms

Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,

 But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
      Too full for sound and foam,

Rest you by this various planet
or lounge in the sky lounge
be my guest I'll take you there
& introduce you around & show
you the sky ropes & the
city maps and the world as
flat as a map and the world
as round as a lively face

To the beach 
Where the sea is blue
And little white waves
Come running at you.
A wave comes splashing
Over your toes. You just stand still
And away it goes.
We'll build a castle 
Down by the sea
And look for shells

"Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are.

Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'

So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singin'

Once every man wore a hat.
In the ashen newsreels,
the avenues of cities
are broad rivers flowing with hats.

The ballparks swelled
with thousands of strawhats,
brims and bands,
rows of men smoking
and cheering in shirtsleeves.