There Were Periods During My Childhood When

City People Try To Buy Time As A Rule, When They Can, Whereas Country People Are Prepared To Kill Time, Although Both Try To Cherish In Their Mind's Eye The Notion Of A Better Life Ahead.

Men Greet Each Other With A Sock On The Arm, Women With A Hug, And The Hug Wears Better In The Long Run.

Henry David Thoreau, Who Never Earned Much Of A Living Or Sustained A Relationship With Any Woman That Wasn't Brotherly -- Who Lived Mostly Under His Parents' Roof . . . Who Advocated One Day's Work And Six Days "off" As The Weekly Round And Was Considered A Bit Of A Fool In His Hometown . . . Is Probably The American Writer Who Tells Us Best How To Live Comfortably With Our Most Constant Companion, Ourselves.

A Writer's Work Is To Witness Things.

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.