What We Live By We Die By.

What You Want, What You're Hanging Around In The World Waiting For, Is For Something To Occur To You.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows

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.

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...

Poets Are Like Baseball Pitchers. Both Have Their Moments. The Intervals Are The Tough Things.