People Think I Must Have Been Turning

I Think If I Had Been Writing Fiction, Where The Work Is Entirely Dependent On The Writer's Creativity And The Potential Directions The Narrative Might Take Are Infinite, I Might Have Frozen

It's Easy To Talk To A Horse If You Understand His Language. Horses Stay The Same From The Day They Are Born Until The Day They Die. They Are Only Changed By The Way People Treat Them.

His Conviction That Everything Happened For A Reason, And Would Come To Good, Gave Him Laughing Equanimity Even In Hard Times.

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

I Am In An Altogether New World Now. I Can Think Of Nothing More Wonderful. It Is A Real Touch Of All That Heaven Means.