Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

No Matter How Far A Person Can Go The Horizon Is Still Way Beyond You.

Don't You Realize That The Sea Is The Home Of Water? All Water Is Off On A Journey Unless It's In The Sea, And It's Homesick, And Bound To Make Its Way Home Someday.

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.

Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry And Sweat, Pray And Sweat!

Her Old Thoughts Were Going To Come In Handy Now, But New Words Would Have To Be Made And Said To Fit Them.