The Gift Was Not Large

If Dandelions Were Rare And Fragile, People Would Knock Themselves Out To Pay $14.95 A Plant, Raise Them By Hand In Greenhouses, And Form Dandelion Societies And All That. But, They Are Everywhere And Don't Need Us And Kind Of Do What They Please. So We Call Them Weeds And Murder Them At Every Opportunity

It's Just This: That There Are Places We All Come From-deep-rooty-common Places- That Makes Us Who We Are. And We Disdain Them Or Treat Them Lightly At Our Peril. We Turn Our Backs On Them At The Risk Of Self-contempt. There Is A Sense In Which We Need To Go Home Again-and Can Go Home Again. Not To Recover Home, No. But To Sanctify Memory.

All Of These Are Names Given Me By Other People, But Not Names I Would Have Given Myself. My Name Is Not Mine, It's Theirs. It's A Series Of Costumes Put On My Life By Other People.

Almost Anything Can Be Dealt With If People Are Of Good Will And Light Hearts And Strong Values.

Just When You Thought That You Already Learned The Way How To Live, Life Changes - And You're Left The Same As You Begun.