Create And Stir Other People To Create.

What We Live By We Die By.

When I See Birches Bend To Left And Right... I Like To Think Some Boy's Been Swinging Them.

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

'warm In December, Cold In June, You Say?' I Don't Suppose The Water's Changed At All. You And I Know Enough To Know It's Warm Compared With Cold, And Cold Compared With Warm. But All The Fun's In How You Say A Thing.

Don't Ever Take A Fence Down Until You Know Why It Was Put Up.