I Wanted To Be A Citizen Of

If Dandelions Were Rare And Fragile, People Would Knock Themselves Out To Pay $14.95 A Plant, Raise Them By Hand In Greenhouses, And Form Dandelion Societies And All That. But, They Are Everywhere And Don't Need Us And Kind Of Do What They Please. So We Call Them Weeds And Murder Them At Every Opportunity

I Do Not Want To Know What You Will Hope For. I Want To Know What You Will Work For. I Do Not Want Your Sympathy For The Needs Of Humanity. I Want Your Muscle. As The Wagon Driver Said When They Came To A Long, Hard Hill: ‘them That’s Going On With Us, Get Out And Push. Them That Ain’t, Get Out Of The Way’.

Wisdom Was Not At The Top Of The Graduate-school Mountain, But There At The Sandpile At Sunday School.

The Name Is Not Important Anymore - It's The Tone That Counts. I Feel Like An Old Dog I Know. He Will Come To Any Name You Call Him, Just So Long As Your Demeanor Carries With It The Promise Of Affection And Food

Don't Worry That Children Never Listen To You; Worry That They Are Always Watching You.