This Land Was An Enigma.

From The Time The Englishman's Bones Harden Into Bones At All, He Makes His Skeleton A Flagstaff, And He Early Plants His Feet Like One Who Is To Walk The World And The Decks Of All The Seas.

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do.

I Ain't Got Time To Learn. I Can Work Like Mans Now.

Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.

Ugly Accidents Happen . . . Always Have And Always Will. But The Failures Are Swept Back Into The Pile And Forgotten. They Don`t Leave Any Lasting Scar In The World, And They Don`t Affect The Future. The Things That Last Are The Good Things. The People Who Forge Ahead And Do Something, They Really Count.