Divine Providence has spread her table everywhere, not with a juiceless green carpet, but with succulent herbage and nourishing grass, upon which most beasts feed. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. – Thomas More
A friendship like love is warm a love like friendship is steady. – Thomas More
Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live. – Jane Siberry