All Human Beings Have Their Otherness And

To Know Perfect Happiness A Woman May Be A Mother, But Must Be A Grandmother.

There's Much That Goes To The Makin' Of A Man Or Woman Into Somethin' Better Than A Brute Beast, But There's Three Things In Chief, An' They're The Places Where Life Sets Us Down, An' The Folks Life Knocks Us Up Against, An' -- Not The Things Ye Get, But The Things Ye Don't Get.

Water, Wind And Birdsong Were The Echoes In This Quiet Place Of A Great Chiming Symphony That Was Surging Around The World. Knee-deep In Grasses And Moon Daisies, Stella Stood And Listened, Swaying A Little As The Flowers And Trees Were Swaying, Her Spirit Voice Singing Loudly, Though Her Lips Were Still, And Every Pulse In Her Body Beating Its Hammer Strokes In Time To The Song.

In My Opinion, Too Much Attention To Weather Makes For Instability Of Character.

She Long Ago Accepted The Fact That Happiness Is Like, Swallows In Spring. It May Come And Nest Under Your Eaves Or It May Not. You Cannot Command It.