To A Woman Nothing Seems Quite Impossible

It Ain't The Roads We Take; It's What's Inside Of Us That Makes Us Turn Out The Way We Do.

I Wanted To Paint A Picture Some Day That People Would Stand Before And Forget That It Was Made Of Paint. I Wanted It To Creep Into Them Like A Bar Of Music And Mushroom There Like A Soft Bullet.

It Gives Men Courage And Ambition And The Nerve For Anything. It Has The Colour Of Gold, Is Clear As A Glass And Shines After Dark As If The Sunshine Were Still In It.

[a]ll Of Life, As We Know It, Moves In Little, Unavailing Circles. More Justly Than To Anything Else, It Can Be Likened To The Game Of Baseball. Crack! We Hit The Ball, And Away We Go. If We Earn A Run (in Life We Call It Success) We Get Back To The Home Plate And Sit Upon A Bench. If We Are Thrown Out, We Walk Back To The Home Plate -- And Sit Upon A Bench.

Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles, And Smiles, With Sniffles Predominating.