An Expert Is A Damn Fool A

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out Your Hands And Take It When It Runs By.

Every Blunder Behind Us Is Giving A Cheer For Us, And Only For Those Who Were Willing To Fail Are The Dangers And Splendors Of Life.

Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our Fingers In.