My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.

It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.

Governments can't keep looking over the shoulder or at the constellation of stars. You have got to do what you have got to do.

One may walk over the highest mountain one step at a time.

I'd rather there wasn't an afterlife, really. I'd much rather not be me for thousands of years.