Great Men Burn Bridges Before They Come

At Least The Pilgrim Fathers Used To Shoot Indians: The Pilgrim Children Merely Punch Time Clocks.

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

(existing's Tricky:but To Live's A Gift)

You Have Played, (i Think) And Broke The Toys You Were Fondest Of, And Are A Little Tired Now; Tired Of Things That Break, And— Just Tired. So Am I.

Treat A Man Like Dirt-he Produces Flowers.