A Body Without Bones Would Be A

One Of The Springs Of Poetry Is Joy.

I Have Sometimes Wondered Also Whether In People Like Me Who Come To The Boil Fast (soupe Au Lait, The French Call This Trait, Like A Milk Soup That Boils Over) The Tantrum Is Not A Built-in Safety Valve Against Madness Or Illness. ... The Fierce Tension In Me, When It Is Properly Channeled, Creates The Good Tension For Work. But When It Becomes Unbalanced I Am Destructive. How To Isolate That Good Tension Is My Problem These Days. Or, Put In Another Way, How To Turn The Heat Down Fast Enough So The Soup Won't Boil Over!

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

Self-respect Is Nothing To Hide Behind. When You Need It Most It Isn't There.

I Suppose Real Old Age Begins When One Looks Backward Rather Than Forward