Let night make of it: love. Let daylight make of it: friendship.
My refrigerator auditions for operettas.
At work . . . skipping stones.
…and I took the star less traveled.
Maybe death comes when God runs out of rodeos.
Each of us can count our lovers on one heart.
Just make all the somedays soon.
There’s chocolate in all directions. Follow the directions!
Most religions go like this: you live, you die, you move into a better neighborhood.
Skip trying. Go straight to succeeding.