Words Make Another Place, A Place To

Change Is Legitimate And Inevitable, For Our Language Is A Mighty River, Picking Up Silt And Flotsam Here And Discarding It There, But Growing Ever Wider And Richer.

Words Make Another Place, A Place To Escape To With Your Spirit Alone.

Television Has Created A Nation Of News Junkies Who Tune In Every Night To Get Their Fix On The World.

From My Mother Came The Idea That Going Down To The Sea Repaired The Spirit. That Is Where She Walked When She Was Sad Or Worried Or Lonely For My Father. If She Had Been Crying, She Came Back Composed; If She Had Left Angry With Us, She Returned In Good Humor. So We Naturally Believed That There Was A Cleansing, Purifying Effect To Be Had; That Letting The Fresh Wind Blow Through You Mind And Spirits As Well As Your Hair And Clothing Purged Black Thoughts; That Contemplating The Ceaseless Motion Of The Waves Calmed A Raging Spirit.

I Think One Of The Lessons We Learn In Life - And It's An Old Lesson, But Each Of Us Has To Learn It, If He Does, Individually - And That Is That, In Human Relations, Particularly Sexual Relations And So On, The Person You Might Most Trust And Feel Most Comfortable And Easy With Isn't Necessarily The Person Your Heart Is Going To Fall For.