Mesa Brewer

“I wonder what Piglet is doing," thought Pooh.
"I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

“What does it all mean, poet? Well,
Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell
What we felt only; you expressed
You hold things beautiful the best,
And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
‘Tis something, nay ‘tis much: but then,
Have you yourself what’s best for men?
Are you—-poor, sick, old ere your time—-
Nearer one whit your own sublime
Than we who never have turned a rhyme?
Sing, riding’s a joy! For me, I ride.”
― Robert Browning

“Why stay we on earth except to grow?”
― Robert Browning

“Each life unfulfilled, you see;
It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:
We have not sighed deep, laughed free,
Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.”
― Robert Browning