It's All Very Well To Read About

I Couldn't Live Where There Were No Trees--something Vital In Me Would Starve.

You Must Pay The Penalty Of Growing-up, Paul. You Must Leave Fairyland Behind You.

I Can't Help Flying Up On The Wings Of Anticipation. It's As Glorious As Soaring Through A Sunset... Almost Pays For The Thud.

Fear Is A Confession Of Weakness. What You Fear Is Stronger Than You, Or You Think It Is, Else You Wouldn't Be Afraid Of It.

When You've Learned To Laugh At The Things That Should Be Laughed At, And Not To Laugh At Those That Shouldn't, You've Got Wisdom And Understanding. -aunt Jimsie