There's Nothing Like Fishing To Pass The

Sometimes There Is A Greater Lack Of Communication In Facile Talking Than In Silence.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.

In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.

Time Is A Dressmaker Specializing In Alterations.

Men's Private Self-worlds Are Rather Like Our Geographical World's Seasons, Storm, And Sun, Deserts, Oases, Mountains And Abysses, The Endless-seeming Plateaus, Darkness And Light, And Always The Sowing And The Reaping.