There Is Naught A Man

I Am Writing In The Garden. To Write As One Should Of A Garden One Must Write Not Outside It Or Merely Somewhere Near It, But In The Garden.

Two Worst Things As Can Happen To A Child Is Never To Have His Own Way - Or Always To Have It.

When I Was At School My Jography Told Me Th' Earth Was Shaped Like A Orange An' I Found Out Before I Was Ten That Th' Whole Orange Doesn't Belong To Nobody. No One Owns More Than His Bit Of A Quarter An' There's Times It Seems There's Not Enow Quarters To Go Around. But Don't You-none O' You- Think As You Own Th' Whole Orange Or You'll Find Out You're Mistaken, An' You Won't Find It Without Hard Knocks. What Children Learns From Children, Is That There's No Sense Grabbin' At Th' Whole Orange-peel An' All. If You Do You'll Likely Not Get Even Th' Pips, An' Them's Too Bitter To Eat.

Never Thee Stop Believin' In Th' Big Good Thing An' Knowin' Th' World's Full Of It - And Call It What Tha' Likes. Tha' Wert Singin' To It When I Come Into T' Garden.

Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden-in All The Places.