Attention Without Feeling Is Only A Report.

The End Of Life Has Its Own Nature, Also Worth Our Attention. I Don't Say This Without Reckoning In The Sorrow, The Worry, The Many Diminishments. But Surely It Is Then That A Person's Character Shines Or Glooms.

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

I Simply Do Not Distinguish Between Work And Play.

Walks Work For Me. I Enter Some Arena That Is Neither Conscious Or Unconscious.

We All Have A Hungry Heart, And One Of The Things We Hunger For Is Happiness. So As Much As I Possibly Could, I Stayed Where I Was Happy. I Spent A Great Deal Of Time In My Younger Years Just Writing And Reading, Walking Around The Woods In Ohio, Where I Grew Up.