Ninguém é suficientemente compassivo ao ponto de nunca se amargurar.

de Robert Frost

"Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred. "

A Boy's Will, 1913

"O Jovem Andersen", de Rumle Hammerik