Now we lament one Who danced on a plume of words, Sang with a fountain's panache, Dazzled like slate roofs in sun After rain, was flighty as birds And alone as a mountain ash. The ribald, inspired urchin Leaning over the lip Of his world, as over a rock pool Or a lucky dip, Found everything brilliant and virgin.
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.william shakespeare
Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, Adventure.J. K. Rowling