For Whenever Men Are Right

In Just - Spring When The World Is Mud- Luscious The Little Lame Balloonman Whistles Far And Wee

One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and Noone Stooped To Kiss His Face) Busy Folk Buried Them Side By Side Little By Little And Was By Was

A Politician Is An Arse Upon Which Everyone Has Sat Except A Man.

Writingis An Art; And Artistsare Human Beings. As A Human Being Stands, So A Human Being Is

Here Is The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows (here Is The Root Of The Root And The Bud Of The Bud And The Sky Of The Sky Of A Tree Called Life; Which Grows Higher Than The Soul Can Hope Or Mind Can Hide) And This Is The Wonder That's Keeping The Stars Apart I Carry Your Heart (i Carry It In My Heart)