And The Tree Was Happy

Never Explain What You Do. It Speaks For Itself. You Only Muddle It By Talking About It.

And The Tree Was Happy

This Bridge Will Take You Halfway There - The Last Few Steps You Will Have To Take Yourself.

... And She Loved A Boy Very, Very Much-- Even More Than She Loved Herself.

The Little Boy And The Old Man Said The Little Boy, "sometimes I Drop My Spoon." Said The Old Man, "i Do That Too." The Little Boy Whispered, "i Wet My Pants." I Do That Too," Laughed The Little Old Man. Said The Little Boy, "i Often Cry." The Old Man Nodded, "so Do I." But Worst Of All," Said The Boy, "it Seems Grown-ups Don't Pay Attention To Me." And He Felt The Warmth Of A Wrinkled Old Hand. I Know What You Mean," Said The Little Old Man.