I Had Done Battle With

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

Madness Is Only A Variety Of Mental Nonconformity And We Are All Individualists Here.

Who Owns Cross Creek? The Red-birds, I Think, More Than I, For They Will Have Their Nests Even In The Face Of Delinquent Mortgages..it Seems To Me That The Earth May Be Borrowed, But Not Bought. It May Be Used, But Not Owned. It Gives Itself In Response To Love And Tending, Offers Its Sesonal Flowering And Fruiting. But We Are Tenants And Not Possessors, Lovers, And Not Masters. Cross Creek Belongs To The Wind And The Rain, To The Sun And The Seasons, To The Cosmic Secrecy Of Seed, And Beyond All, To Time..."

Fear Is The Most Easily Taught Of All Lessons, And The Fight Against Terror, Real Or Imagined, Is Perhaps The History Of Man's Mind.

A Woman Has Got To Love A Bad Man Once Or Twice In Her Life, To Be Thankful For A Good One.