I Fail To See What Fun, What

We Can Make A Little Order Where We Are, And Then The Big Sweep Of History On Which We Can Have No Effect Doesn't Overwhelm Us. We Do It With Colors, With A Garden, With The Furnishings Of A Room, Or With Sounds And Words. We Make A Little Form, And We Gain Composure.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

If There Is One Thing In Life That I Have Learned About Life It Is... It Goes On.

The Only Way Out Is Through.

Nobody Was Ever Meant, To Remember Or Invent, What He Did With Every Cent.