No Matter How Far A Person Can

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

Gods Always Behave Like The People Who Make Them.

Gods Always Love The People Who Make 'em.

When A Man Keeps Beating Me To The Draw Mentally, He Begins To Get Glamorous.