Only The Stupid And The Phlegmatic Should

Yes, And Because We Grow Old We Become More And More The Stuff Our Forbears Put Into Us. I Can Feel His Savagery Strengthen In Me. We Think We Are So Individual And So Misunderstood When We Are Young; But The Nature Our Strain Of Blood Carries Is Inside There, Waiting, Like Our Skeleton.

In Haverford On The Platte The Townspeople Still Talk Of Lucy Gayheart.

We Come And Go, But The Land Is Always Here. And The People Who Love It And Understand It Are The People Who Own It - For A Little While.

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere.

The Prayers Of All Good People Are Good.