Sleep Is Not, Death Is Not; Who

Neither Is Life Long Enough For Friendship. That Is A Serious And Majestic Affair.

Nature Is A Rag Merchant, Who Works Up Every Shred And Ort And End Into New Creations.

Be Brave Enough To Do The Loving Thing.

The Land Is The Appointed Remedy For Whatever Is False And Fantastic In Our Culture...food For Our Mind, As Well As Our Body.

I Thought As I Rode In The Cold Pleasant Light Of Sunday Morning How Silent & Passive Nature Offers, Every Morn, Her Wealth To Man; She Is Immensely Rich, He Is Welcome To Her Entire Goods, Which He Speaks No Word, Only Leaves Over Doors Ajar, Hall, Store Room, & Cellar. He May Do As He Will: If He Takes Her Hint & Uses Her Goods, She Speaks No Word; If He Blunders & Starves, She Says Nothing.