Storms Probably Exist Only Because After Them

All Men Have Parties And Are Pals Who Never Let Each Other Down. A Pal Can Say Terrible Things Which Are Forgotten The Next Day. A Pal Never Forgives, He Just Forgets, And A Woman Forgives But Never Forgets. That's How It Is. That's Why Women Aren't Allowed To Have Parties. Being Forgiven Is Very Unpleasant.

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.

One Has To Discover Everything For Oneself. And Get Over It All Alone.

One Can't Be Too Dangerous, If They Like To Eat Pancakes. Especially With Jam On It.

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.