One Of The Springs Of Poetry Is

Public Education Was Not Founded To Give Society What It Wants. Quite The Opposite.

What Is There To Do When People Die - People So Dear And Rare - But Bring Them Back By Remembering?

Being Very Rich As Far As I Am Concerned Is Having A Margin. The Margin Is Being Able To Give.

How Unnatural The Imposed View, Imposed By A Puritanical Ethos, That Passionate Love Belongs Only To The Young, That People Are Dead From The Neck Down By The Time They Are Forty, And That Any Deep Feeling, Any Passion After That Age, Is Either Ludicrous Or Revolting!

Wrinkles Here And There Seem Unimportant Compared To The Gestalt Of The Whole Person I Have Become In This Past Year.