“Arguing with idiots is like playing chess with a pigeon. No matter how good you are, the bird is going to shit on the board and strut around like it won anyway.”
Here's a poem about the abundant nature of love, emphasizing its limitless and overflowing qualities:
The Overflowing Heart
A wellspring of love, it knows no bound,
A river of warmth, on hallowed ground.
It flows so freely, a boundless…
I knew a girl, a vision in the light,
Her smile, a sunrise, banishing the night.
The moment we met, a bond so pure and true,
My soul, unbidden, said, "This is for you."
No words were spoken, yet my heart took flight,
Her eyes, like stars, held…