Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

The body is the outermost layer of the mind.

One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.

Folks with most to complain about seldom complain most.

Music’s a wood you walk through.

The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.