All Men Are Brothers And Each Man

What I Can't Understand Is, How Can Anybody Figure Now That The Government Can Support Us, When We Support The Government.

I Can Imagine Nothing More Wonderful Than Always Wanting To Keep A Man. It's This Not Wanting To Keep Them, And Yet Not Quite Being Able To Disentangle One's Self, Never Quite Having The Ruthlessness To Stike At The Hands On The Gunwale With An Oar Until They Let Go - That's The Horrible Thing.

Happiness Is Something That Comes Into Our Lives Through Doors We Don't Even Remember Leaving Open.

There Is A City Myth That Country Life Was Isolated And Lonely; The Truth Is That Farmers And Their Families Then Had A Richer Social Life Than They Have Now. They Enjoyed A Society Organic, Satisfying And Whole, Not Mixed And Thinned With The Life Of Town, City And Nation As It Now Is.

The Prairies Were Dust. Day After Day, Summer After Summer, The Scorching Winds Blew The Dust And The Sun Was Brassy In A Yellow Sky. Crop After Crop Failed. Again And Again The Barren Land Must Be Mortgaged For Taxes And Food And Next Year's Seed. The Agony Of Hope Ended When There Was Not Harvest And No More Credit, No Money To Pay Interest And Taxes; The Banker Took The Land. Then The Bank Failed.