Freedom Lies In Being Bold.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak, Until We Found It Was Ourselves.

Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard And Writing Is A Faucet Upstairs In The House. Opening The First Takes The Pressure Off The Second.

An Idea Comes As Near To Something For Nothing As You Can Get.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round