Man Is Wise And Constantly In Quest

There Is A Leisure About Walking, No Matter What Pace You Set, That Lets Down The Tension.

March Is A Tomboy With Tousled Hair, A Mischievous Smile, Mud On Her Shoes And A Laugh In Her Voice.

You Can't Be Suspicious Of A Tree, Or Accuse A Bird Or A Squirrel Of Subversion Or Challenge The Ideology Of A Violet.

Of All The Seasons, Autumn Offers The Most To Man And Requires The Least Of Him.

October Is The Fallen Leaf, But It Is Also A Wider Horizon More Clearly Seen. It Is The Distant Hills Once More In Sight, And The Enduring Constellations Above Them Once Again.