Growth Is Exciting; Growth Is Dynamic And

There's No Beginning To The Farmer's Year, / Only Recurrent Patterns On A Scroll / Unwinding...

I Like Owls. I Admire Their Intransigent Spirit. I Have Respected Them Deeply Ever Since I Met A Baby Owl In A Wood, When It Fell Over Dead, Apparently From Sheer Temper, Because I Dared To Approach It. It Defied Me First, And Then Died. I Have Never Forgotten The Horror And Shame I Experienced When That Soft Fluffy Thing (towards Which I Had Nothing But The Most Humanitarian Motives) Fell Dead From Rage At My Feet.

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

There Is Nothing More Lovely In Life Than The Union Of Two People Whose Love For One Another Has Grown Through The Years, From The Small Acorn Of Passion, Into A Great Rooted Tree

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.