Your Patience May Have Long To Wait,whether

I've Got 's Much Feelin' As The Next One, But When Folks Drives In Their Spiggits And Wants To Draw A Bucketful O' Compassion Every Day Right Straight Along, There Does Come Times When It Seems As If The Bar'l Was Getting Low.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.

It Does Seem So Pleasant To Talk With An Old Acquaintance Who Knows What You Know. I See So Many New Folks Nowadays Who Seem To Have Neither Past Nor Future. Conversation Has Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You Have Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, And It Wears A Person Out.

Don't Scatter Your Fire! You Are A Prose Writer: Stick To Your Own Tool!

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.