The City Mouse Lives In A House,

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End.

Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From Its Birth.

Who Has Seen The Wind? Neither You Nor I But When The Trees Bow Down Their Heads, The Wind Is Passing By.

Because The Birthday Of My Life Is Come, My Love Is Come To Me.

O Lord, I Cannot Plead My Love Of Thee: I Plead Thy Love Of Me: - The Shallow Conduit Hails The Unfathomed Sea.