Spring Is Like A Perhaps

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)

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .

Here's To Opening And Upward... And To Yourself And Up With You And Up With And Up With Laughing.

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.