Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

The artist in me cries out for design.

Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

Humor is the most engaging cowardice.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

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