Love Manifests Itself In Our Bodies As

The Greatest Joy In Nature Is The Absence Of Man.

Thank God For Poverty That Makes And Keeps Us Free And Lets Us Go Our Unobtrusive Way, Glad Of The Sun And Rain, Upright, Serene, Humane, Contented With The Fortune Of A Day.

The Scarlet Of The Maples Can Shake Me Like A Cry Of Bugles Going By. And My Lonely Spirit Thrills To See The Frosty Asters Like A Smoke Upon The Hills.

It Is Not Being Out At Heels That Makes A Man Discontented, It Is Being Out At Heart. To Be Contented Is To Be Good Friends With Yourself.

Over The Shoulders And Slopes Of The Dune I Saw The White Daisies Go Down To The Sea, A Host In The Sunshine, An Army In June, The People God Sends Us To Set Our Heart Free.