O Maternal Earth Which Rocks The Fallen

It Takes Life To Love Life.

And I Never Started To Plow In My Life That Some One Did Not Stop In The Road And Take Me Away To A Dance Or Picnic. I Ended Up With Forty Acres; I Ended Up With A Broken Fiddle— And A Broken Laugh, And A Thousand Memories, And Not A Single Regret.

The Much-sought Prize Of Eternal Youth Is Just Arrested Growth.

The Dust's For Crawling, Heaven's For Flying, Wherefore, O Soul, Whose Wings Are Grown, Soar Upward To The Sun!

Work For Your Own Soul's Sake.