I want my flowers while I'm alive.
There's lots of people - this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them.
To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds; You can't do that way when you're flying words. Careful with fire, is good advice we know Careful with words, is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead; But God Himself can't kill them when they're said.
Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.
Men see things late, and it may be that at times an evil fate drives them on.
Great literature rattles the mind and makes the body sing. It's an unmistakable, electric feeling, and too rare. That is what I want.
Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers, saying she is lost, and choking on hello.
The wrong kind of praise creates self-defeating behavior. The right kind motivates students to learn.