Pressed Into Service Means Pressed

God Made A Beauteous Garden With Lovely Flowers Strown, But One Straight, Narrow Pathway That Was Not Overgrown. And To This Beauteous Garden He Brought Mankind To Live, And Said "to You, My Children, These Lovely Flowers I Give. Prune Ye My Vines And Fig Trees, With Care My Flowers Tend, But Keep The Pathway Open Your Home Is At The End." God's Garden

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

Poetry Should Be Common In Experience But Uncommon In Books.

But What Would Interest You About The Brook, It's Always Cold In Summer, Warm In Winter.

The Truth Is The River Flows Into The Canyon Of Ceasing-to-question-what-doesn't-concern-us, As Sooner Or Later We Have To Cease Somewhere.