God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden
Robert FrostThere is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
Robert FrostAmericans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.
Robert Frost