Tree At My Window, Window Tree, My

I Have Miles To Go Before I Sleep.

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

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.

Nature Does Not Complete Things. She Is Chaotic. Man Must Finish, And He Does So By Making A Garden And Building A Wall.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.