Old Age Makes Caricatures Of Us All.

I Am Fifty Years Old And I Have Never Known What It Is To Love. I Can Write Those Words, Know Them To Be True, But Feel Only The Regret That A Tone-deaf Man Must Feel Because He Can't Appreicate Music, A Regret Less Keen Because It Is For Something Never Known, Not For Something Lost.

The Greatest Mystery Of All Is The Human Heart.

The World Is Full Of People Who Have Lost Faith: Politicians Who Have Lost Faith In Politics, Social Workers Who Have Lost Faith In Social Work, Schoolteachers Who Have Lost Faith In Teaching And, For All I Know, Policemen Who Have Lost Faith In Policing And Poets Who Have Lost Faith In Poetry. It's A Condition Of Faith That It Gets Lost From Time To Time, Or At Least Mislaid.

We Can Experience Nothing But The Present Moment, Live In No Other Second Of Time, And To Understand This Is As Close As We Can Get To Eternal Life.

It Shows Considerable Wisdom To Know What You Want In Life And Then To Direct All Your Energies Towards Getting It.