How Shall The Soul Of A Man

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.

O Maternal Earth Which Rocks The Fallen Leaf To Sleep!

To Love Is To Find Your Own Soul Through The Soul Of The Beloved One.

The Earth Keeps Some Vibration Going There In Your Heart, And That Is You. And If The People Find You Can Fiddle, Why Fiddle You Must, For All Your Life.

There Is No Marriage In Heaven, But There Is Love.