“Look for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There will always be a way through.”
“How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.”
“Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.”
“Always come down from the barren heights of cleverness into the green valleys of folly.”
“Youth to youth, like the dragon-flies chasing each other, and love like the sun warming them through and through.”
“The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lambwandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.”