The Age Is A Vociferous One, And

Insolent Youth Rides, Now, In The Whirlwind. For Those Modern Iconoclasts Who Are Without Culture Possess, Apparently, All The Courage.

The Government's Like A Mule, It's Slow And It's Sure; It's Slow To Turn, And It's Sure To Turn The Way You Don't Want It.

. . . Every Tree Near Our House Had A Name Of Its Own And A Special Identity. This Was The Beginning Of My Love For Natural Things, For Earth And Sky, For Roads And Fields And Woods, For Trees And Grass And Flowers; A Love Which Has Been Second Only To My Sense Of Enduring Kinship With Birds And Animals, And All Inarticulate Creatures.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

So Long As One Is Able To Pose One Has Still Much To Learn About Suffering.