True friends still come to the show when you no longer can dance.
A poem is a stone, skipped across a lake of song, at last to sink into the heart.
The meadowlark sings anyway. So shall I.
Be it throne or wooden stool, where sits man, there sits a fool.
We're all the same age. Just on different schedules.
Even when it's too wet to plow, you still have to feed the mule.
At times, the truth is a gift with many wrappings.
Some peoples opinions of cats, are not necessarily shared by the sparrow.
When you paint someone into a corner, Don't get mad when they track up the floor.
All are spiritual during the storm.