In Heaven We Are All Ghostwriters, If

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

Home Is The Place Where, When You Have To Go There, They Have To Take You In.

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors.

I Do Not See Why I Should E’er Turn Back, Or Those Should Not Set Forth Upon My Track To Overtake Me, Who Should Miss Me Here And Long To Know If Still I Held Them Dear. They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew — Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.