How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

I Believe That Children Long For Form Just As Grownups Do, And That It Releases Rather Than Cramps Creative Energy.

Making Order Out Of Disorder Any Time, Anywhere, Can Be Regarded As A Sacrament.

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

[in Old Age] There Is A Childlike Innocence, Often, That Has Nothing To Do With The Childishness Of Senility. The Moments Become Precious . . .