Things Which In My Mind Blossom Will

No Evil Is So Worse Than Worst You Fall In Hate With Love.

I'd Rather Learn From One Bird How To Sing Than To Teach Ten Thousand Stars How Not To Dance.

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One

...on Forever's Very Now We Stand.

I Remember We All Cried Like The Missouri When My Uncle Sol's Coffin Lurched Because Somebody Pressed A Button (and Down Went My Uncle Sol And Started A Worm Farm)