What A Strange Distance There Is Between

Progress. There's A Good Deal Too Much O' This Progress About Nowadays, An', What's More, It'll Have To Stop.

The Ruder Lecturers Are, And The Louder Their Voices, The More Converts They Make To Their Opinions.

When A Person That One Loves Is In The World And Alive And Well, And Pleased To Be In The World, Then To Miss Them Is Only A New Flavor, A Salt Sharpness In Experience. It Is When The Beloved Is Unhappy Or Maimed Or Troubled That One Misses With Pain.

The More I See Of Dogs, The More I Like Children.

Love Needs The Stiffening Of Respect, The Give And Take Of Equality.