Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
Robert BrowningI think of my peace paintings as one long poem, with each painting being a single stanza.
Robert IndianaIt happened every single day in Brooklyn: awaken to fresh glory, fall asleep to blight and ruin.
The AstralIt only takes 20 years for a liberal to become a conservative without changing a single idea.
The Illuminati Papers