The Trouble With Emergencies Is," She Said,

The Trouble With Emergencies Is," She Said, "that I Always Put On My Finest Underwear And Then Nothing Happens.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

Life Has Puffed And Blown Itself Into A Summer Day, And Clouds And Spring Billow Over The Heavens As If Calendars Were A Listing Of Mathematical Errors.

Women Sometimes Seem To Share A Quiet, Unalterable Dogma Of Persecution That Endows Even The Most Sophisticated Of Them With The Inarticulate Poignancy Of The Peasant.

The Purpose Of Life On Earth Is That The Soul Should Grow - So Growl By Doing What Is Right.