Death Tugs At My Ear And Says,

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

Truth Is Tough. It Will Not Break, Like A Bubble, At A Touch; Nay, You May Kick It About All Day Like A Football, And It Will Be Round And Full At Evening.

Simple People... Are Very Quick To See The Live Facts Which Are Going On About Them.

Trouble Makes Us One With Every Human Being In The World - And Unless We Touch Others, We're Out Of Touch With Life.

Many People Die With Their Music Still In Them. Why Is This So? Too Often It Is Because They Are Always Getting Ready To Live. Before They Know It, Time Runs Out.