Dogs Want Only Love But

No One Can Be Free Who Has A Thousand Ancestors.

Everything Is New In The Spring. Springs Themselves Are Always So New, Too. No Spring Is Ever Just Like Any Other Spring. It Always Has Something Of Its Own To Be Its Own Peculiar Sweetness.

I Believe I've Put Forth A Tiny Soul-root Into Kingsport Soil This Afternoon. I Hope So. I Hate To Feel Transplanted.

She Wanted To Be Alone - To Think Things Out - To Adjust Herself, If It Were Possible, To The New World In Which She Seemed To Have Been Transplanted With A Suddenness And Completeness That Left Her Half Bewildered To Her Own Identity.

Human Nature Is Not Obliged To Be Consistent.