When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.

She was like the sun, She knew her place in the world - She would shine again regardless of all the storms and changeable weather She wouldn't adjust her purpose for things that pass.

There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.

Once our family was very small and we used to say, ___ur planet has enough resources to feed all of us__ but today, we are not that family and it is a burden on our planet to feed us. We have to reconsider our views and confess ___ur planet has not enough resources to feed all of us anymore__.

The single greatest lesson the garden teaches is that our relationship to the planet need not be zero-sum, and that as long as the sun still shines and people still can plan and plant, think and do, we can, if we bother to try, find ways to provide for ourselves without diminishing the world.