Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.

And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?