How green was my valley

They're on a mission to see to it that our Valley is a green oasis.

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.

Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in your mouth, and wishing you had the fullness of it solid between your teeth, like a good meal that you have tasted and cherished and look back in your mind to eat again.

Bad news has good legs.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.