Why Haven't We Seventy Lives? One Is

This Alone Is To Be Feared - The Closed Mind, The Sleeping Imagination, The Death Of The Spirit. The Death Of The Body Is To That, I Think, A Little Thing.

Life Flows On Over Death As Water Closes Over A Stone Dropped Into A Pool. ... Fate Is Certain; Death Is Certain; But The Courage And Nobility Of Men And Women Matter More Than These.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

I Find You In All Small And Lovely Things; In The Little Fishes Like Flames In The Green Water, In The Furred And Stupid Softness Of Bumble-bees Fat As Laughter, In All The Chiming Radiance Of Warmth And Light And Scent In The Summer Garden.

All Adventuring Is Rash, And All Innovations Dangerous. But Not Nearly So Dangerous As Stagnation And Dry Rot. From Grooves, Cliques, Clichés And Resignation - Good Lord Deliver Us!