Sometimes We Even Have To Risk Making

But Happiness Is Not Always Loud And Bright And Crowded. Happiness Ripens Like A Watermelon, Sweet And Rosy On The Inside With Only A Thin Top Layer Altogether Free Of Small Black Pits. And, Like A Watermelon, The Whole Thing Can Be Covered With A Plain Dark Rind.

The Way I See It, The Difference Between Farmers And Suburbanites Is The Difference In The Way We Feel About Dirt. To Them, The Earth Is Something To Be Respected And Preserved, But Dirt Gets No Respect. A Farmer Likes Dirt. Suburbanites Like To Get Rid Of It. Dirt Is The Working Layer Of Earth, And Dealing With Dirt Is As Much A Part Of Farm Life As Dealing With Manure. Neither Is User-friendly But Both Are Necessary.

It Often Takes More Courage To Be A Passenger Than A Driver.

Whenever Someone Makes Out A Guest List, The People Not On It Become Officially Uninvited, And That Makes Them The Enemies Of The Invited. Guest Lists Are Just A Way Of Choosing Sides.

The Adventure Is Over. Everything Gets Over, And Nothing Is Ever Enough. Except The Part You Carry With You. It's The Same As Going On A Vacation. Some People Spend All Their Time On A Vacation Taking Pictures So That When They Get Home They Can Show Their Friends Evidence That They Had A Good Time. They Don't Pause To Let The Vacation Enter Inside Of Them And Take That Home.