To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.

You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor - And this, and so much more? -

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.