Beware of the man who rises to power from one suspender.

It takes life to love life.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If I did I would be remembered among men.

The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle— And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.