Of All The Reports That Fly About

Death, After All, Is The Common Expectation From Birth. Neither Heroes Nor Cowards Can Escape It.

The Success Of A Holiday Depends On What You Find For Yourself On The Spot, Not What You Bring With You.

All The Things Of The Wild Have Their Proper Uses. Only Misuse Makes Them Evil.

There Is No One Who Cannot Be Hated, Against Whatever Odds. Nor Anyone Who Cannot Be Loved, Against All Reason.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.