The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From

When A Man Keeps Beating Me To The Draw Mentally, He Begins To Get Glamorous.

I Been Through Living For Years. I Just Ain't Dead Yet.

Perhaps Love Is A Compelling Necessity Imposed On Man By God That Has Something To Do With Suffering

Janie Looked Down On Him And Felt A Self-crushing Love. So Her Soul Crawled Out From Its Hiding Place.

Here Was Peace. She Pulled In Her Horizon Like A Great Fish-net. Pulled It From Around The Waist Of The World And Draped It Over Her Shoulder. So Much Of Life In Its Meshes! She Called In Her Soul To Come And See.