It's Spring When The World Is Puddle-wonderful

Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear; The Strength So Strong Mere Force Is Feebleness: The Truth More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star.

Must's A Schoolroom In The Month Of May

May I Be I Is The Only Prayer--not May I Be Great Or Good Or Beautiful Or Wise Or Strong.

All In Green Went My Love Of Riding On A Great Horse Of Gold Into The Silver Dawn.