Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

Our Can'ts Were Born To Happen Our Mosts Have Died In More

A Salesman Is An It That Stinks To Please But Whether To Please Itself Or Someone Else Makes No More Difference Than If It Sells Hate Condoms Education Snakeoil Vac Uumcleaners Terror Strawberries Democ Ra(caveat Emptor)cy Superfluous Hair

Nothing Recedes Like Progress.

If At The End Of Your First Ten Or Fifteen Years Of Fighting And Working And Feeling, You Find You've Written One Line Of One Poem, You'll Be Very Lucky Indeed.

When God Decided To Invent Everything He Took One Reath Bigger Than A Circustent And Everything Began