To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever. And when you get tired of them, you can kill and eat them. Perfect.

The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies.

It is that something in the soul which says,—Rage on, whirl on, I tread master here and everywhere; master of the spasms of the sky and of the shatter of the sea, master of nature and passion and death, and of all terror and all pain.

people threw around when they wanted the conversation to end, and for brains to go dead, and for all questioning to cease.

Written By Michael Lewis

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