Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

Tell All The Truth, But Tell It Slant/success In Circuit Lies.

Somewhere In My Soul A Thought Went Up In My Mind Today That I Have Had Before, But Did Not Finish, Some Way Back, I Could Not Fix The Year. Nor Where It Went, Nor Why It Came The Second Time To Me, Nor Definetly What It Was, Have I The Art To Say. But Somewhere In My Soul, I Know I've Met The Thing Before; It Just Reminded Me-' Twas All'-and Came My Way No More.

A Word Is Dead When It Is Said, Some Say. I Say It Just Begins To Live That Day.

Dreams Are The Subtle Dower That Make Us Rich An Hour Then Fling Us Poor Out Of The Purple Door.