Nature's First Green Is Gold.

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over. May No Fate Wilfully Misunderstand Me And Half Grant What I Wish And Snatch Me Away Not To Return. Earth's The Right Place For Love: I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

But I May Be One Who Does Not Care Ever To Have Tree Bloom Or Bear.

More Men Die Of Worry Than Of Work, Because More Men Worry Than Work.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.

I Hope To Leave Behind A Few Poems It Will Be Hard To Get Rid Of.