There Is No Stillness Like The Quiet

The Trouble With Me Is That For A Long Time I Have Just Been An I Person. All People Belong To A We Except Me. Not To Belong To A We Makes You Too Lonesome.

I Want - I Want - I Want - Was All That She Could Think About - But Just What This Real Want Was She Did Not Know.

But No Value Has Been Put On Human Life; It Is Given To Us Free And Taken Without Being Paid For. What Is It Worth? If You Look Around, At Times The Value May Seem To Be Little Or Nothing At All. Often After You Have Sweated And Tried And Things Are Not Better For You, There Comes A Feeling Deep Down In The Soul That You Are Not Worth Much.

I Have More To Say Than Hemingway, And God Knows, I Say It Better Than Faulkner.

To Know Who You Are, You Have To Have A Place To Come From.