Well, I Guess In All

The Rain Falls Upon The Just And Also On The Unjust Fellas But Mostly It Falls Upon The Just Cause The Unjust Have The Just's Umbrellas

There's A Difference Between Quittin And Knowin When You're Beat.

What Joins Men Together ... Is Not The Sharing Of Bread But The Sharing Of Enemies.

The Small Wad Of Burning Paper Drew Down To A Wisp Of Flame And Then Died Out Leaving A Faint Pattern For Just A Moment In The Incandescence Like The Shape Of A Flower, A Molten Rose. Then All Was Dark Again.

To See God Everywhere Is To See Him Nowhere.