So When At Times The Mob Is

Always Fall In With What You're Asked To Accept. Take What Is Given, And Make It Over Your Way. My Aim In Life Has Always Been To Hold My Own With Whatever's Going. Not Against: With.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

As It Is More Blessed To Receive, So It Must Be More Blessed To Receive Than To Give Back.

It's Hard To Get Into This World And Hard To Get Out Of It, And What's In Between Doesn't Make Much Sense.

End Is A Gloomy Word.