It Takes All Sorts Of In And

My Sorrow, When She's Here With Me, Thinks These Dark Days Of Autumn Rain Are Beautiful As Days Can Be; She Loves The Bare, The Withered Tree; She Walks The Sodden Pasture Lane.

Don't Be Agnostic - Be Something.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.