Then, Again, How Annoying To Be Told

I Think Rain Is As Necessary To The Mind As To Vegetation. My Very Thoughts Become Thirsty, And Crave The Moisture.

In The Printed Page The Only Real Things Are The Paper And The Ink; The White Spaces Play The Same Part In Aiding The Eye To Take In The Meaning Of The Print As Do The Black Letters.

For Two Summers Not A Blue Wing, Not A Blue Warble. I Seemed To Miss Something Kindred And Precious From My Environment--the Visible Embodiment Of The Tender Sky And Wistful Soil. What A Loss, I Said, To Coming Generations Of Dwellers In The Country--no Bluebird In Spring!

The United States Says "we're Complying. We're Following The Disarmament Obligation. Look At The Quantitative Reductions That Are Taking Place." But, Since '96, There Really Hasn't Been Progress On Specific Commitments That Have Been Made. Perhaps Most Disturbing Is This: That The United States And France In Particular, Since 1996, Have Expanded The Range Of Circumstances Under Which They Might Use - They Say They Might Use - Nuclear Weapons.

O Bluebird, Welcome Back Again, Thy Azure Coat And Ruddy Vest, Are Hues That April Loveth Best.