Wear Your Boots If You Wander Today

I Shall Weave A Suit Of Leaves. At Once. With Acorns For Buttons.

I Remember That I Stood On The Library Steps Holding My Books And Looking For A Minute At The Soft Hinted Green In The Branches Against The Sky And Wishing, As I Always Did, That I Could Walk Home Across The Sky Instead Of Through The Village.

In All The World There Is Not Someone Who Does Not Believe Something.

No Live Organism Can Continue For Long To Exist Sanely Under Conditions Of Absolute Reality.

For Plain And Fancy Worrying, Give Me A New Mother Every Time.