You're Making Sense, Old Man, A Sense

His Whole Body Shakes With The Strain As He Tries To Lift Something He Knows He Can't Lift, Something Everybody Knows He Can't Lift. But, For Just A Second, When We Hear The Cement Grind At Our Feet, We Think, By Golly, He Might Do It.

The Stars Up Close To The Moon Were Pale; They Got Brighter And Braver The Farther They Got Out Of The Circle Of Light Ruled By The Giant Moon

You Don't Lead By Pointing And Telling People Some Place To Go. You Lead By Going To That Place And Making A Case.

Along The Western Slopes Of The Oregon Coastal Range . . . Come Look: The Hysterical Crashing Of Tributaries As They Merge Into The Wakonda Auga River . . .

The Trouble With Super Heroes Is What To Do Between Phone Booths.