And I made a rural pen / And I stained the water clear / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child m

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear.

Author: William Blake

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Half of the fun of travel is the aesthetic of lostness.

He who would travel happily must travel light.

If your kid needs a role model and you ain't it, you're both fucked.

Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, – Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.