I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. |
If enough people think of a thing and work hard enough at it, I guess it's pretty nearly bound to happen, wind and weather permitting. |
It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all. |
Once you begin being naughty, it is easier to go and on and on, and sooner or later something dreadful happens. |
The trouble with organizing a thing is that pretty soon folks get to paying more attention to the organization than to what they're organized for. |
The wind was rising and wildly screaming. ... thousands of rabbits were running.... Snakes rippled across the yard. Prairie hens ran silently, their necks outstretched and their wings spread. Birds screamed in the screaming wind.... Great flames came roaring, flaring and twisting high. Twists of flame broke loose and came down on the wind to blaze up in the grasses far ahead of the roaring wall of fire. A red light came from the rolling black clouds of smoke overhead. |