Reality Is A Sliding Door.

The Essence Of Age Is Intellect. Wherever That Appears, We Call It Old.

The Land Is The Appointed Remedy For Whatever Is False And Fantastic In Our Culture. The Continent We Inhabit Is To Be Physic Andfood For Our Mind, As Well As Our Body. The Land, With Its Tranquilizing, Sanative Influences, Is To Repair The Errors Of A Scholastic And Traditional Education, And Bring Us To Just Relations With Men And Things.

There Is No Den In The Wide World To Hide A Rogue.

We Fancy Men Are Individuals; So Are Pumpkins; But Every Pumpkin In The Field Goes Through Every Point Of Pumpkin History.

I Like Sayers Of No Better Than I Like Sayers Of Yes.