To Win The Secret Of A Weed's

So We're All Right, An' I, For One, Don't Think Our Cause'll Lose In Vally By Rammin' Scriptur' In Our Gun, An' Gittin' Natur' For An Ally.

A Man Is Old When He Can Pass An Apple Orchard And Not Remember The Stomachache.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

Folks Never Understand The Folks They Hate.

The Dandelions And Buttercups Gild All The Lawn: The Drowsy Bee Stumbles Among The Clover Tops, And Summer Sweetens All To Me.