Nature is a language - can't you read?

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.

I still prefer horses to human beings.

You are bound to pick up influences.

For the first time in my life the eternal 'I' becomes 'we', as, finally, I can get on with someone.

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.

There are more than enough to fight and oppose; why waste good time fighting the people you like?