It Costs You Something To Do Good!

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.

So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And A Green Time And An Orange Time.

A Great State Is A Well-blended Mash Of Something Of All The People And All Of None Of The People. The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Gods Always Love The People Who Make 'em.

Gods Always Behave Like The People Who Make Them.