Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

I'll Look As If I'm Dead, And That Won't Be True.' I Said Nothing. 'you Understand. It's Too Far. I Can't Take This Body With Me. It's Too Heavy.' I Said Nothing. 'but It'll Be Like An Old Abandoned Shell. There's Nothing Sad About An Old Shell...' I Said Nothing. 'it'll Be Nice, You Know. I'll Be Looking At The Stars, Too. All The Stars Will Be Wells With A Rusty Pulley. All The Stars Will Pour Out Water For Me To Drink...' I Said Nothing. 'and It'll Be Fun! You'll Have Five-hundred Million Little Bells; I'll Have Five-hundred Million Springs Of Fresh Water...' And He, Too, Said Nothing More.

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

Real Love Begins Where Nothing Is Expected In Return.

In Giving You Are Throwing A Bridge Across The Chasm Of Your Solitude.

Only He Can Understand What A Farm Is, What A Country Is, Who Shall Have Sacrificed Part Of Himself To His Farm Or Country, Fought To Save It, Struggled To Make It Beautiful. Only Then Will The Love Of Farm Or Country Fill His Heart.