There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows