While Cares Will Drop Off Like Autumn

The Battle We Have Fought, And Are Still Fighting, For The Forests Is A Part Of The Eternal Conflict Between Right And Wrong.

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

I...am Always Glad To Touch The Living Rock Again And Dip My Hand In The High Mountain Air.

Anyhow We Never Know Where We Must Go, Nor What Guides We Are To Get - -people,storms, Guardian Angels, Or Sheep.

Word Lessons, In Particular The Wouldst Couldst Shouldst Have Loved Kind, Were Kept Up, With Much Warlike Thrashing, Until I Had Committed The Whole Of French, Latin, And English Grammars To Memory.