However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always

Might I," Quavered Mary, "might I Have A Bit Of Earth?

You Either Build Up Or You Tear Down. You Either Keep In The Light Where You Can See, Or You Stand In The Dark And Fight Everything That Comes Near You, Because You Can't See And You Think It's An Enemy.

People Never Like Me And I Never Like People

In The Garden There Was Nothing Which Was Not Quite Like Themselves - Nothing Which Did Not Understand The Wonderfulness Of What Was Happening To Them - The Immense, Tender, Terrible, Heart-breaking Beauty And Solemnity Of Eggs. If There Had Been One Person In That Garden Who Had Not Known Through All His Or Her Innermost Being That If An Egg Were Taken Away Or Hurt The Whole World Would Whirl Round And Crash Through Space And Come To An End... There Could Have Been No Happiness Even In That Golden Springtime Air.

Two Things Cannot Be In One Place. Where You Tend A Rose, My Lad, A Thistle Cannot Grow.