Letters Are So Much Easier Than Living.

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

When It Comes To The Important Things One Is Always Alone.

Solitude Is The Salt Of Personhood. It Brings Out The Authentic Flavor Of Every Experience.

Joy, Happiness ... We Do Not Question. They Are Beyond Question, Maybe. A Matter Of Being. But Pain Forces Us To Think, And To Make Connections ... To Discover What Has Been Happening To Cause It. And, Curiously Enough, Pain Draws Us To Other Human Beings In A Significant Way, Whereas Joy Or Happiness To Some Extent, Isolates.