God has given us memories that we may have roses in December.

I cannot resist ordering them. The words are so lovely to say.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

It is all very well to be able to write books, but can you waggle your ears?

Good friends we have had, oh good friends we've lost along the way In this bright future you can't forget your past So dry your tears I say No woman, no cry No…

I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throat When I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote!

Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutc…