Please To Put A Nickel,

The Successful Truck Gardener Can Never Go Out To Dinner In The Summer Or Spend A Week End Away, Because His Conscience Tells Him He Has To Be At Home Eating Up His Corn Or Packaging His Beans For The Freezer.

The Wonderful Thing About Saints Is That They Were Human. They Lost Their Tempers, Got Hungry, Scolded God, Were Egotistical Or Impatient In Their Turns, Made Mistakes And Regretted Them. Still They Went On Doggedly Blundering Toward Heaven.

These Are My Daughters, I Suppose. But Where In The World Did The Children Vanish?

Wherever Conversation's Flowing, / Why Must I Feel It Falls On Me / To Keep Things Going?

Sometimes I Have A Notion That What Might Improve The Situation Is To Have Women Take Over The Occupations Of Government And Trade And To Give Men Their Freedom.