A wise poet once said “No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” Let’s fly.
Okay people, the wind is Southerly. Am I a hawk or a handsaw?
Rumi said there are a thousand ways to go home again. I prefer flying, it’s much faster.
As Antoine de Saint-Exupery said, “I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.”
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. That’s what I always say.
Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou? I’m right behind you Julie.
Thoreau was right: “Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.”
The Bard of Avon was right, My soul is in the sky!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow . . .
Nabakov was so right, “The evening is the time to praise the day”