One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can only collect a few. One moon shell is more impressive than three. There is only one moon in the sky.

A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

A cool red rose and a pink cut pink, a collapse and a sold hole, a little less hot. - Red roses.

On the beach, at dawn:
Four small stones clearly
Hugging each other.

How many kinds of love
Might there be in the world,
And how many formations might they make

And who am I ever
To imagine I could know
Such a marvelous business?

When the sun broke
It poured willingly its light
Over the stones

That did not move, not at all,
Just as, to its always generous term,
It shed its light on me,

My own body that loves,
Equally, to hug another body.

One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest.

painted in weather-colors now. With brushes dipped in nature’s palette. Mossgreen. Earth-brown.

There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.

One alien is a curiosity, two are an invasion.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;

One: I am a Welshman; two: I am a drunkard; three: I am a lover of the human race, especially of women.

One if by land, two if by sea.

Two is company, four is a party, three is a crowd. One is a wanderer.