Don't come giving me, who's old enough to die and too near blind to create anything any more anyhow, a great big banquet that you eat up in honor of your own stomachs as much as in honor of me- who's toothless and can't eat.

Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul

I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.