The Farmers May Be The Backbone Of

All Things Come To Him Who Mates.

You're Not Sorry To Go, Of Course. With People Like Us Our Home Is Where We Are Not... No One Person In The World Is Necessary To You Or To Me.

To Write It, It Took Three Months; To Conceive It Three Minutes; To Collect The Data In It All My Life.

So I Walked Away And Left Him Standing There In The Moonlight - Watching Over Nothing.

It Isn't Given To Us To Know Those Rare Moments When People Are Wide Open And The Lightest Touch Can Wither Or Heal. A Moment Too Late And We Can Never Reach Them Any More In This World. They Will Not Be Cured By Our Most Efficacious Drugs Or Slain With Our Sharpest Swords.