But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Ignorance is relatively easy to overcome

In modern democracies, one is always too few and two are always too many

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

The true fans were capable of not only painting their cars and homes their team colors, but also naming family pets and offspring after famous NFL all-stars.

I like that - the "you-ish" character.

Never trust a man in a jumpsuit

We have found in a long life that one competitor is frequently enough to ruin a business.

I'm one of those people that really pays attention to the music in films.

Poems tend to have instructions for how to read them embedded in their language.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.