By Neglecting Our Garden, We Are Storing

Why Keep In Touch With Them? That's What I Want To Know,' Asked Larry Despairingly. 'what Satisfaction Does It Give You? They're All Either Fossilized Or Mental.' 'indeed, They're Not Mental,' Said Mother Indignantly. 'nonsense, Mother... Look At Aunt Bertha, Keeping Flocks Of Imaginary Cats... And There's Great-uncle Patrick, Who Wanders About Nude And Tells Complete Strangers How He Killed Whales With A Penknife...they're All Bats.

There Is No First World And Third World. There Is Only One World, For All Of Us To Live And Delight In.

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?

‎'all We Need Is A Book,' Roared Leslie; 'don't Panic, Hit 'em With A Book.