Think Of Nothing Things Think Of Wind

The Wind Is Us-- It Gathers And Remembers All Our Voices, Then Sends Them Talking And Telling Through The Leaves And The Fields.

Aprils Have Never Meant Much To Me, Autumns Seem That Season Of Beginning, Spring.

My Major Regret In Life Is That My Childhood Was Unnecessarily Lonely.

Let's Take Everything Just As It Is.

If You Sweep A House, And Tend Its Fires And Fill Its Stove, And There Is Love In You All The Years You Are Doing This, Then You And That House Are Married, That House Is Yours.