People teach their dogs to sit; it's a trick. I've been sitting my whole life, and a dog has never looked at me as though he thought I was tricky.
the truth is artistically fallacious.
A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.
Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages. . It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed, but not bought. It may be used, but not owned. It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its sesonal flowering and fruiting. But we are tenants and not possessors, lovers, and not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time. . . "
We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men
Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.
It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.
There are no days in life that are so memorable as those that vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.
America may be entering it's Michael Jordan on the Wizards period.
Brandy is one of my favorite vocalists. Jay-Z is my favorite emcee outside of Biggie.
American ideals are superior to countries all across the world.