It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

7 x 7 + love = An amount Infinitely above: 7 x 7 - love.

Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Lawrence has a wonderful hill in it, with a university on top and the first time I ran away from home, I ran up the hill and looked across the world: Kansas wheat fields and the Kaw River, and I wanted to go some place, too. I got a whipping for it.

Keep your hand on the plow. Hold on.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.