From Him To The Stars, In All

A Man That Will Go Along With Six Killings Is Making His Escape A Little Slow.

The Lives Of Happy People Are Dense With Their Own Doings -- Crowded, Active, Thick. But The Sorrowing Are Nomads, On A Plain With Few Landmarks And No Boundaries; Sorrow's Horizons Are Vague And Its Demands Are Few.

The Earth Is Mostly Just A Boneyard. But Pretty In The Sunlight.

I Don't See How Being Married Could Be Any Worse Than Listening To You Talk For Twenty Years, But That Still Ain't Much Of A Recommendation For It.

They Say Money Kinda Melts When You Take It Across A Border.