Old Age Is Not An Illness, It

There Is Only One Real Deprivation... And That Is Not To Be Able To Give One's Gifts To Those One Loves Most.

Innocence Is Not Pure So Much As Pleased, Always Expectant, Bright-eyed, Self-enclosed

For Me A True Poem Is On The Way When I Begin To Be Haunted, When It Seems As If I Were Being Asked An Inescapable Question By An Angel With Whom I Must Wrestle To Get At The Answer.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

Women Are At Last Becoming Persons First And Wives Second, And That Is As It Should Be.