Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

I Was Always Restless, Always A Roving Spirit. When I Was A Little Child I Was Always Running Away. I Never Got Very Far, But They Were Always Having To Come And Fetch Me. Once When I Was About Six, My Father Came To Get Me Somewhere I'd Gone, And He Told Me Later He'd Asked Me, "why Are You So Restless? Why Can't You Stay Here With Us?" And I Said To Him, "i Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

Writing Does Not Exclude The Full Life; It Demands It.

All Life Worth Living Is Difficult, Nobody Promised Us Happiness; It Is Not A Commodity You Have Earned, Or Shall Ever Earn. It Is A By-product Of Brave Living, And It Never Comes In The Form We Expect, Or At The Season We Hoped For, Or As The Result Of Our Planning For It.

The Human Heart Is Not Yet So Corroded That It Can Read Off The Extinction Of These Two Men Without A Shock To The Very Roots Of Its Belief In Justice And Humanity.

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.