When One Is Too Old For Love,

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

You'se Something Tuh Make Uh Man Forgit To Git Old And Forgit Tuh Die.

Now They Got To Look Into Me Loving Tea Cake And See Whether It Was Done Right Or Not! They Don't Know If Life Is A Mess Of Corn-meal Dumplings, And If Love Is A Bed-quilt!

I Have A Strong Suspicion . That Much That Passes For Constant Love Is A Golded- Up Moment Walking In Its Sleep.

The Man Who Interprets Nature Is Always Held In Great Honor.