So Long As I Know

And They Both Began To Laugh Over Nothing As Children Will When They Are Happy Together. And They Laughed So That In The End They Were Making As Much Noise As If They Had Been Two Ordinary Healthy Natural Ten-year-old Creatures—instead Of A Hard, Little, Unloving Girl And A Sickly Boy Who Believed That He Was Going To Die.

Much More Surprising Things Can Happen To Anyone Who, When A Disagreeable Or Discouraged Thought Comes Into His Mind, Just Has The Sense To Remember In Time And Push It Out By Putting In An Agreeable, Determinedly Courageous One. Two Things Cannot Be In One Place.

One Marvel Of A Day He Had Walked So Far That When He Returned The Moon Was High And Full And All The World Was Purple Shadow And Silver.

Folks Who Make Such A Fuss About Their Rights Turn Them Into Wrongs Sometimes. -- (from Behind The White Brick)

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.