I Am He / Who Champions Total

The Knowingness Of Little Girls, Is Hidden Underneath Their Curls.

The Saints Differ From Us In Their Exuberance, The Excess Of Our Human Talents. Moderation Is Not Their Secret. It Is In The Wildness Of Their Dreams, The Desperate Vitality Of Their Ambitions, That They Stand Apart From Ordinary People Of Good Will.

Pressed For Rules And Verities, All I Recolelct Are These: Feed A Cold And Starve A Fever. Argue With No True Believer. Think-too-long Is Never-act. Scratch A Myth And Find A Fact.

In Spring When Maple Buds Are Red, We Turn The Clock An Hour Ahead; Which Means, Each April That Arrives, We Lose An Hour Out Of Our Lives. Who Cares? When Autumn Birds In Flocks Fly Southward, Back We Turn The Clocks, And So Regain A Lovely Thing That Missing Hour We Lost In Spring.

Rain Is My Lover, My Apple Strudel. / It Haunts My Heels Like A Pedigreed Poodle. / Beyond The Seas Or Across The Nation, / It Follows Me Faithful On Every Vacation.