The small wisdom is like water in a glass:<br>clear$$$ transparent$$$ pure.<br>The great wisdom is like the water in the sea:<br>dark$$$ mysterious$$$ impenetrable.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.

A National Government cannot create good times. It cannot make the rain to fall$$$ the sun to shine$$$ or the crops to grow$$$ but it can$$$ by pursuing a meddlesome policy$$$ attempting to change economic conditions$$$ and frightening the investment of capital$$$ prevent a prosperity and a revival of business which might otherwise have taken place.

I would like to have an ample fund to spread the light of Republicanism$$$ but I am willing to undergo the disadvantage to make certain that in the future we shall reduce the power of money in politics for unworthy purposes.

Some People</br>Some people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they've got$$$ sown fields$$$ some chickens$$$ dogs$$$ mirrors in which fire now preens. Their shoulders bear pitchers and bundles. The emptier they get$$$ the heavier they grow. What happens quietly: someone's dropping from exhaustion. What happens loudly: someone's bread is ripped away$$$ someone tries to shake a limp child back to life.

Clouds come floating into my life$$$ no longer to carry rain or usher storm$$$ but to add color to my sunset sky.

A Word On Statistics. Out of every hundred people$$$ those who always know better: fifty-two. Unsure of every step: almost all the rest. Ready to help$$$ if it doesn't take long: forty-nine. Always good$$$ because they cannot be otherwise: four$$$ well$$$ maybe five. Able to admire without envy: eighteen. Led to error by youth (which passes): sixty$$$ plus or minus. Those not to be messed with: four-and-forty. Living in constant fear of someone or something: seventy-seven. Capable of happiness: twenty-some-odd at most.

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows$$$<br/>And the loves that complete and control<br/>All the joys of the flesh$$$ all the sorrows<br/>That wear out the soul.