For Inside All The Weakness Of Old

About Loving, I Have Little To Learn From The Young.

Human Relations Just Are Not Fixed In Their Orbits Like The Planets -- They're More Like Galaxies, Changing All The Time, Exploding Into Light For Years, Then Dying Away.

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

Whatever Peace I Know Rests In The Natural World, In Feeling Myself A Part Of It, Even In A Small Way.

We Are Able To Laugh When We Achieve Detachment, If Only For A Moment.