A poem is no place for an idea.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist.
Someone went upside my head again.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level.
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.