Folks Never Understand The Folks

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

Who Speaks The Truth Stabs Falsehood To The Heart.

There Is No Bore We Dread Being Left Alone With So Much As Our Own Minds.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.