Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only

Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Our Life Runs Down In Sending Up The Clock. The Brook Runs Down In Sending Up Our Life. The Sun Runs Down In Sending Up The Brook. And There Is Something Sending Up The Sun.

God Turned To Speak To Me (don't Anybody Laugh); God Found I Wasn't There At Least Not Over Half.

I Write To Find Out What I Didn't Know I Knew.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.