The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

The Lord God had created all animals, and had chosen out the wolf to be his dog.

They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.