One man gathers what another man spills

Counting stars by candlelight all are dim but one is bright; the spiral light of Venus rising first and shining best, from the northwest corner of a brand-new crescent moon crickets and cicadas sing a rare and different tune.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

When you get ready to vote, make sure you know what you are doing.

There are times when you get hit upon, Try hard but you cannot give. Other times you'd gladly part, With what you need to live

Sit back picture yourself swooping up a shell of purple with foam crests of crystal drops soft nigh they fall unto the sea of morning creep-very-softly mist...and then sort of cascade tinkley-bell like (must I take you by the hand, every so slowly type) and then conglomerate suddenly into a peal of silver vibrant uncomprehendingly, blood singingly, joyously resoundingbells....By my faith if this be insanity, then for the love of God permit me to remain insane.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you