[in Old Age] There Is A Childlike

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

In The Country Of Pain We Are Each Alone.

I Asked Myself The Question, 'what Do You Want Of Your Life?' And I Realized With A Start Of Recognition And Terror, 'exactly What I Have - But To Be Commensurate, To Handle It All Better.

Though Friendship Is Not Quick To Burn It Is Explosive Stuff.

I Can Understand People Simply Fleeing The Mountainous Effort Christmas Has Become... But There Are Always A Few Saving Graces And Finally They Make Up For All The Bother And Distress.