Nobody Ever Lives Their Life All The

In The Morning There Was A Big Wind Blowing And The Waves Were Running High Up On The Beach And He Was Awake A Long Time Before He Remembered That His Heart Was Broken.

The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest.

When I Saw My Wife Again Standing By The Tracks As The Train Came In By The Piled Logs At The Station, I Wished I Had Died Before I Had Ever Loved Anyone But Her.

For What Are We Born If Not To Aid One Another?

You Are All A Lost Generation. [with Credit To Gertrude Stein]