But I do feel strange – almost unearthly. I’ll never get used to being alive. It’s a mystery. Always startled to find I’ve survived.
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?
In early June, the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.
If you’re in trouble, or hurt or need – go to the poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help – the only ones.
All war is a symptom of man’s failure as a thinking animal.
