Two Kinds Of Gratitude: The

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

Your Dollar Is Your Only Word, / The Wrath Of It Your Only Fear. / You Build It Altars Tall Enough / To Make You See, But Your Are Blind; / You Cannot Leave It Long Enough / To Look Before You Or Behind.

The World Is A Kind Of Spiritual Kindergarten Where Millions Of Bewildered Infants Are Trying To Spell "god" With The Wrong Blocks.

Youth Sees Too Far To See How Near It Is To Seeing Farther.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.