Sorrow Was Like The Wind. It Came

The Test Of Beauty Is Whether It Can Survive Close Knowledge.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

It Seemed A Strange Thing To Him, When Earth Was Earth And Rain Was Rain, That Scrawny Pines Should Grow In The Scrub, While By Every Branch And Lake And River There Grew Magnolias. Dogs Were The Same Everywhere, And Oxen And Mules And Horses. But Trees Were Different In Different Places.

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

It Is Not That Death Comes, But That Life Leaves.