The Longer I Live, The More My

Man Takes Root At His Feet, And At Best He Is No More Than A Potted Plant In His House Or Carriage Till He Has Established Communication With The Soil By The Loving And Magnetic Touch Of His Soles To It.

It Is Always Easier To Believe Than To Deny. Our Minds Are Naturally Affirmative.

In 2002 The [george] Bush Administration Effectively Put An End To Negotiations Of An Agreement Which Would Have Established Inspection Procedures To Ensure Or To Monitor Compliance With The Existing Legal Ban On Biological Weapons.

Then, Again, How Annoying To Be Told It Is Only Five Miles To The Next Place When It Is Really Eight Or Ten!

The Poor Old Earth Which Has Mothered Us And Nursed Us We Treat With Scant Respect. Our Awe And Veneration We Reserve For The Worlds We Know Not Of. Our Senses Sell Us Out. The Mud On Our Shoes Disenchants Us.