In The Matter Of Furnishing, I Find

By Means Of An Image We Are Often Able To Hold On To Our Lost Belongings. But It Is The Desperateness Of Losing Which Picks The Flowers Of Memory, Binds The Bouquet.

You Don't Think Before You Do Something Foolish. You Do Your Thinking Afterwards.

Hope Costs Nothing.

There Are Days When Solitude, For Someone My Age, Is A Heady Wine That Intoxicates You With Freedom, Others When It Is A Bitter Tonic, And Still Others When It Is A Poison That Makes You Beat Your Head Against The Wall.

Jealousy Is Not At All Low, But It Catches Us Humbled And Bowed Down, At First Sight.