I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

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

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.