Peace ... Was Contingent Upon A Certain

...the Simple Little Words Came Easily, Fitting Themselves To The Tune That Had Come Out Of The Harpsichord. It Didn't Seem To Her That She Made Them Up At All. It Seemed To Her That They Flew In From The Rose-garden, Through The Open Window, Like A Lot Of Butterflies, Poised Themselves On The Point Of Her Pen, And Fell Off It On To The Paper.

I Don't Think There's Anything More Tiring ... Than Expecting People Who Don't Turn Up.

Most Of The Basic Truths Of Life Sound Absurd At First Hearing.

To Be Sorry And Glad Together Is To Be Perceptive To The Richness Of Life.

If You Lose Your Reason, You Lose It Into The Hands Of God....it's The Only Place Where Anything Is Safe. And When You're Dead It's Only What's There You'll Have. Nothing Else.