Life Is Strong Stuff, Some Of Us

Magic Birds Were Dancing In The Mystic Marsh. The Grass Swayed With Them, And The Shallow Waters, And The Earth Fluttered Under Them. The Earth Was Dancing With The Cranes, And The Low Sun, And The Wind And Sky.

It Is Not That Death Comes, But That Life Leaves.

But To Make The Intangible Tangible, To Pick The Emotion Out Of The Air And Make It True For Others, Is Both The Blessing And The Curse Of The Writer, For The Thing Between Book Covers Is Never As Beautiful As The Thing He Imagined.

The Inferred Is Always More Effective Than The Obvious.

It Is Not Death That Kills Us, But Life. We Are Done To Death By Life.