When I were a young man, I used to play baseball and steal bases just like Jackie Robinson. If the empire would rule me out, I would get mad and hit the empire.

I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.

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

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

The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.