The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

Everybody Has Some Special Road Of Thought Along Which They Travel When They Are Alone To Themselves. And His Road Of Thought Is What Makes Every Man What He Is.

So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And A Green Time And An Orange Time.

But As De Old Folk Always Say, Ah'm Born But Ah Ain't Dead. No Tellin' Whut Ah'm Liable Tuh Do Yet.

I Love Myself When I Am Laughing. . . And Then Again When I Am Looking Mean And Impressive.