Of All The Idiots I Have Met

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.

Of All The Idiots I Have Met In My Life, And The Lord Knows They Have Not Been Few Or Little, I Think That I Have Been The Biggest.

I Don't Think... One Get A Flash Of Happiness Once, And Never Again; It Is There Deep Within You.

The Air Was Cold To The Lungs, The Long Grass Dripping Wet, And The Herbs On It Gave Out Their Spiced Astringent Scent. In A Little While On All Sides The Cicada Would Begin To Sing. The Grass Was Me , And The Air, The Distant Invisible Mountains Were Me, The Tired Oxen Were Me. I Breathed With The Slight Night-wind In The Thorn Trees.

It Is Impossible That A Town Will Not Play A Part In Your Life, It Does Not Even Make Much Difference Whether You Have More Good Or Bad Things To Say Of It, It Draws Your Mind To It, By A Mental Law Of Gravitation.