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.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

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

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

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or 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.