If I Could Do My Life Over,

When I Go Out, I Hope To Leave The Worst Of Myself At Home.

As Soon As I Hear Of A Right, I Want It.

Young Poets Bewail The Passing Of Love; Old Poets, The Passing Of Time. There Is Surprisingly Little Difference.

With Age, The Mind Grows Slower And More Wily.

Everyone Values The Good Nature Of A Man With A Gun.