It's hard to get into this world and hard to get out of it, and what's in between doesn't make much sense.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

A turning point in modern history.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

The only way round is through.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.