A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

We Cannot Live Without The Earth Or Apart From It, And Something Is Shrivelled In A Man's Heart When He Turns Away From It And Concerns Himself Only With The Affairs Of Men

Living Was No Longer The Grief Behind Him, But The Anxiety Ahead.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

Words Began Fights And Words Ended Them.

Food Imaginatively And Lovingly Prepared, And Eaten In Good Company, Warms The Being With Something More Than The Mere Intake Of Calories. I Cannot Conceive Of Cooking For Friends Or Family, Under Reasonable Conditions, As Being A Chore.