Out Alone In The Winter Rain, /

The People I Want To Hear About Are The People Who Take Risks.

Here Are Your Waters And Your Watering Place. Drink And Be Whole Again Beyond Confusion.

Fireflies In The Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here Come Real Stars To Fill The Upper Skies, And Here On Earth Come Emulating Flies, That Though They Never Equal Stars In Size, (and They Were Never Really Stars At Heart) Achieve At Times A Very Star-like Start. Only, Of Course, They Can't Sustain The Part.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

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.