...it Is Simplicity That Is Difficult To

People Who Understand Everything Get No Stories.

For The Villainy Of The World Is Great, And A Man Has To Run His Legs Off To Keep Them From Being Stolen Out Fom Underneath Him.

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

The Headlong Stream Is Termed Violent But The River Bed Hemming It In Is Termed Violent By No One.