Time Spent With Poets Is Never Wasted.

Gardening Is One Of The Rewards Of Middle Age, When One Is Ready For An Impersonal Passion, A Passion That Demands Patience, Acute Awareness Of A World Outside Oneself, And The Power To Keep On Growing Through All The Times Of Drought, Through The Cold Snows, Towards Those Moments Of Pure Joy When All Failures Are Forgotten And The Plum Tree Flowers.

For To Be Desperate Is To Discover Strength. / We Die Of Comfort And By Conflict Live.

“how Does One Grow Up?” I Asked A Friend The Other Day. There Was A Slight Pause; Then She Answered, “by Thinking.”

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.

Don't Forget That Compared To A Grownup Person Every Baby Is A Genius.