I Remembered The Fox. One

I Have Lived A Great Deal Among Grown-ups. I Have Seen Them Intimately, Close At Hand. And That Hasn’t Much Improved My Opinion Of Them.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships Are Tied.

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.