We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.

I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.

Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

Delight in the little things.