Though Opposition Is A Hopeless Task, Acquiescence

Here Was A Flower (the Daisy Reflected) Strangely Like Itself And Yet Utterly Unlike Itself Too. Such A Paradox Has Often Been The Basis For The Most Impassioned Love.

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

The Distances Between The Stars Seem Brief By Contrast To The Distances Between Each Of Us And His Fellows.

It Considered Trying To Explain Their Error To Them, But What Would Be The Use? They Would Only Go Away With Hurt Feelings. You Can't Always Expect People, Or Squirrels, To Be Rational.

Sometimes The Whole World Is Mud Luscious And Puddle Wonderful