Simple People... Are Very Quick To See

We Call Those Poets Who Are First To Mark, Through Earth's Dull Mist The Coming Of The Dawn, Who See In Twilight's Gloom The First Pale Spark, While Others Only Note That Day Is Gone.

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.

I Like Children; I Like 'em, And I Respect 'em. Pretty Much All The Honest Truth-telling There Is In The World Is Done By Them.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Truth, When Not Sought After, Rarely Comes To Light.