Art Is The Window To Man's Soul.

I Was Keenly Aware That I Had A Unique Opportunity, A Front Row Seat, On An Unfolding Story And Nobody Else Was Going To See It From Quite The Vantage Point That I Saw It.

When I No Longer Thrill To The First Snow Of The Season, I'll Know I'm Growing Old.

Some May Wonder Why I Chose Wildflowers When There Are Hunger And Unemployment And The Big Bomb In The World. Well, I, For One, Think We Will Survive, And I Hope That Along The Way We Can Keep Alive Our Experience With The Flowering Earth. For The Bounty Of Nature Is Also One Of The Deep Needs Of Man.

Perhaps No Place In Any Community Is So Totally Democratic As The Town Library. The Only Entrance Requirement Is Interest.

Every Politician Should Have Been Born An Orphan And Remain A Bachelor.