Forget Not Bees In Winter, Though They

How Poor And Disheartening A Thing Is Experience Compared With Hope!

A Man And His Tools Make A Man And His Trade.

Of Course I Should Love To Throw A Toothbrush Into A Bag, And Just Go, Quite Vaguely, Without Any Plans Or Even A Real Destination. It Is The Wanderlust.

Everywhere Bees Go Racing With The Hours, / For Every Bee Becomes A Drunken Lover, / Standing Upon His Head To Sup The Flowers.

Flowers Really Do Intoxicate Me.