And The Curt Truth Is

Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of Any Climbing.

Resentment Is The Most Precious Flower Of Poverty.

I See A Green Tree. And To Me It Is Green. And You Would Call The Tree Green Also. And We Would Agree On This. But Is The Colour You See As Green The Same Colour I See As Green?

She Wished There Was Some Place Where She Could Go To Hum It Out Loud. Some Kind Of Music Was Too Private To Sing In A House Cram Fall Of People. It Was Funny, Too, How Lonesome A Person Could Be In A Crowded House.

All We Can Do Is Go Around Telling The Truth.