I believe in the forest$$$ and in the meadow$$$ and in the night in which the corn grows.

The greatest art is to shape the quality of the day.

The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men.

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.

This world is but a canvas for our imagination.

If we will be quiet and ready enough$$$ we shall find compensation in every disappointment.

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.

Liberalism itself has failed$$$ and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.

Jesus man! You don't look for acid! Acid finds you when *it* thinks you're ready.

Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel.