The Soil Of A Man’s Heart Is

What We Like To Think Of Ourselves And What We Really Are Rarely Have Much In Common.

Writers Are Often The Worst Judges Of What They Have Written.

I'm Not Making An Enemy; I'm Keepin' One.

Because Who Would Ever Want To Get Close To Another Person If They Knew How Hard The Letting-go Part Was? In Your Heart They Only Die A Little At A Time, Don't They? Like A Plant When You Go Away On A Trip And Forget To Ask A Neighbor To Poke In Once In Awhile With The Old Watering-can, And Its So Sad—

Your Job Isn't To Find These Ideas But To Recognize Them When They Show Up.