Anger As Soon As Fed Is Dead-

So Instead Of Getting To Heaven, At Last - I’m Going, All Along.

Wonder Is Not Precisely Knowing.

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, One Clover, And A Bee, And Revery. The Revery Alone Will Do, If Bees Are Few.