When Clever People Ask Me Where I

The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, And Deep But I Have Promises To Keep...

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

The Truth Is The River Flows Into The Canyon Of Ceasing-to-question-what-doesn't-concern-us, As Sooner Or Later We Have To Cease Somewhere.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.

We Love The Things We Love For What They Are.