And Of Course There Must Be Something

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

I'm Not Confused. I'm Just Well Mixed.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

Life Is Tons Of Discipline. Your First Discipline Is Your Vocabulary; Then Your Grammar And Your Punctuation Then, In Your Exuberance And Bounding Energy You Say You're Going To Add To That. Then You Add Rhyme And Meter. And Your Delight Is In That Power.

The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its Going Much Longer Unnoticed, That I'm Not Keeping Pace With The Headlong Human Race