In The Street Of The Sky Night

Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

To Be Nobody-but-yourself - In A World Which Is Doing Its Best, Night And Day, To Make You Everybody Else - Means To Fight The Hardest Battle Which Any Human Being Can Fight; And Never Stop Fighting.

All In Green Went My Love Of Riding On A Great Horse Of Gold Into The Silver Dawn.

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)

You Shall Above All Things Be Glad And Young.