I Believe In Teaching, But

The Fact Is The Sweetest Dream That Labor Knows.

If One By One We Counted People Out

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

There Never Was Any Heart Truly Great And Generous, That Was Not Also Tender And Compassionate.

A Bank Is A Place Where They Lend You An Umbrella In Fair Weather And Ask For It Back When It Begins To Rain.