The Treasures Of The Earth Were Movement,

Give The Money Directly To People Who Work Hard. Instead Of Taking The Money From The Business And Then Filtering It Through The Horror Of Government Programs, Which Is Essentially Giving It To Social Workers Who Live In Bethesda So They Can Drive Their Minivans And Vote Democratic. Give Them The Money, So That They Go And Talk To The Worker Who Is Washing Dishes, And They Say, "well, We Want To Help You, You See." And It Would Be Better To Help Them By Taking The Money From That Minivan-driving Social Worker And Giving It Directly To The Guy Who Is Really Working Hard By Washing Dishes.

They Were Dancing Around The Fountain, Arm In Arm, In An Old Dutch Dance, Their Cheeks Touching, Their Hands Entwined. They Had No Music; They Hummed. And There Was No Reason For Them To Be Dancing That Peter Lake Could See, Except That It Was An Exceptionally Beautiful Night.

And If You Were A Spirit, And Time Did Not Bind You, And Patience And Love Were All You Knew, Then There You Would Wait For Someone To Return, And The Story To Unfold.

My Father Ran London Films. He Made Films Like 'the Red Shoes,' 'the Third Man.' And He Had Had A Long Career In The Film Business, Which Was Bifurcated With A Career In Intelligence. He Had To Deal With Gangsters, And Sometimes He Would Take Me With Him. Also, I Went To School With Their Children.

Quite Possibly There's Nothing As Fine As A Big Freight Train Starting Across Country In Early Summer, Hardesty Thought. That's When You Learn That The Tragedy Of Plants Is That They Have Roots.