Ah! The Clock Is Always Slow; It

I Have An Intense Dislike For Artificial Society. In France, One Could Lead A Free Life - To Do What One Wanted To Do Without Interference Or Criticism From One's Neighbors.

No Man Can Be A Failure If He Thinks He's A Success; If He Thinks He Is A Winner, Then He Is.

Alas! The Road To Anywhere Is Pitfalled With Disaster; There's Hunger, Want, And Weariness, Yet O We Loved It So! As On We Tramped Exultantly, And No Man Was Our Master, And No Man Guessed What Dreams Were Ours, As, Swinging Heel And Toe, We Tramped The Road To Anywhere, The Magic Road To Anywhere, The Tragic Road To Anywhere, Such Dear, Dim Years Ago.

Be Sure Your Wisest Words Are Those You Do Not Say.

Now A Promise Made Is A Debt Unpaid, And The Trail Has Its Own Stern Code.