I Had Done Battle With A Great

Cross Creek Belongs To The Wind And The Rain, To The Sun And The Seasons, To The Cosmic Secrecy Of Seed, And Beyond All, To Time.

Lives Are Only One With Living. How Dare We, In Our Egos, Claim Catastrophe In The Rise And Fall Of The Individual Entity? There Is Only Life, And We Are Beads Strung On Its Strong And Endless Thread.

Madness Is Only A Variety Of Mental Nonconformity And We Are All Individualists Here.

A Woman Has Got To Love A Bad Man Once Or Twice In Her Life, To Be Thankful For A Good One.

Two Elements Enter Into Successful And Happy Gatherings At Table. The Food, Whether Simple Or Elaborate, Must Be Carefully Prepared; Willingly Prepared; Imaginatively Prepared. And The Guests - Friends, Family Or Strangers - Must Be Conscious Of Their Welcome.