When Late Morning Rolls Around And You're

What Ever Fortune Brings, Don't Be Afraid Of Doing Things.

Wherever They Go, And Whatever Happens To Them On The Way, In That Enchanted Place On The Top Of The Forest, A Little Boy And His Bear Will Always Be Playing.

What I Say Is That, If A Man Really Likes Potatoes, He Must Be A Pretty Decent Sort Of Fellow.

Weeds Are Flowers Too, Once You Get To Know Them.

Ideas May Drift Into Other Minds, But They Do Not Drift My Way. I Have To Go And Fetch Them. I Know No Work Manual Or Mental To Equal The Appalling Heart-breaking Anguish Of Fetching An Idea From Nowhere.