Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.

It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.