I Don't Know If I Would Do

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.

Life Can Only Be Kept By Giving It Away. But Then It Will Bloom.

That Sinuous Southern Life, That Oblique And Slow And Complicated Old Beauty, That Warm Thick Air And Blood Warm Sea, That Place Of Mists And Languor And Fragrant Richness.

I Could Run Nearly Naked On A Hot, Windy Beach And Plunge Without Care Into A Running Diamond Sea; Roll On The Sand And Fling My Arms Wide To The Sun And Still Be What I Was...young.