He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

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..."

the truth is artistically fallacious.

You kin tame a bear. You kin tame a wild-cat and you kin tame a panther. ... You kin tame arything, son, excusin' the human tongue.

Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others.

It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.