Just Drop Your Bucket Where You Are.

Bring Me Men To Match My Mountains: Bring Me Men To Match My Plains: Men With Empires In Their Purpose And New Eras In Their Brains.

There Are Purple Grapes In The Land Of Git-thare.

One Day Through The Primeval Wood A Calf Walked Home As Good Calves Should; But Made A Trail All Bent Askew, A Crooked Trail As All Calves Do. . . . . And Men Two Centuries And A Half Trod In The Footsteps Of That Calf.

Let Me Live In A House By The Side Of The Road And Be A Friend To Man.

The Woods Were Made For The Hunter Of Dreams...