I Am Not A Teacher. I Am

He Is All Pine And I Am Apple Orchard. My Apple Trees Will Never Get Across And Eat The Cones Under His Pines, I Tell Him. He Only Says, "good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

Life Must Be Kept Up At A Great Rate In Order To Absorb Any Considerable Amount Of Learning.

That Day She Put Our Heads Together, Fate Had Her Imagination About Her, Your Head So Much Concerned With Outer, Mine With Inner, Weather.

Not To Sink Under Being Man And Wife, But Get Some Color And Music Out Of Life?

Possessing What We Still Were Unpossessed By, Possessed By What We Now No More Possessed.