Manuals Have Their Uses ... But They

The Winding Down Of Summer Puts Me In A Heavy Philosophical Mood.

If Dandelions Were Rare And Fragile, People Would Knock Themselves Out To Pay $14.95 A Plant, Raise Them By Hand In Greenhouses, And Form Dandelion Societies And All That. But, They Are Everywhere And Don't Need Us And Kind Of Do What They Please. So We Call Them Weeds And Murder Them At Every Opportunity

I've Always Made A Clear Distinction Between Making A Life And Making A Living.

I Believe It Is In My Nature To Dance By Virtue Of The Beat Of My Heart, The Pulse Of My Blood And The Music In My Mind.

I Do Not Want To Know What You Will Hope For. I Want To Know What You Will Work For. I Do Not Want Your Sympathy For The Needs Of Humanity. I Want Your Muscle. As The Wagon Driver Said When They Came To A Long, Hard Hill: ‘them That’s Going On With Us, Get Out And Push. Them That Ain’t, Get Out Of The Way’.