“ For him I was like the land, something to care for...well, he loved to make things grow. But he resembled the land more than me. He needed constant cultivation, or the fruit turned wild. Bruce-Novoa
“ I looked long and hard for the paper roses! I found the reddest red ribbon, and a little golden card! We were all there together, many of us, in the same place; but I was the only one who found the pa… C. JoyBell C.
“ Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle. Arthur Schopenhauer
