People Talk About Love As If It

People Talk About Love As Though It Were Something You Could Give, Like An Armful Of Flowers. And A Lot Of People Give Love Like That -- Just Dump It Down On Top Of You, A Useless Strong-scented Burden.

It Is Only In Solitude That I Ever Find My Own Core.

A Simple Enough Pleasure, Surely, To Have Breakfast Alone With One's Husband, But How Seldom Married People In The Midst Of Life Achieve It.

For It Is Not Merely The Trivial Which Clutters Our Lives But The Important As Well

Flowers Always Have It - Poise, Completion, Fulfillment, Perfection . . .