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

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.

Life is tons of discipline.

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation