We Only Keep What We Lose.

The Ambience Here Is Order And Beauty. That Is What Frightens Me When I Am First Alone Again. I Feel Inadequate. I Have Made An Open Place, A Place For Meditation. What If I Cannot Find Myself Inside It?

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

Poetry Has A Way Of Teaching One What One Needs To Know ... If One Is Honest.

Letters Are So Much Easier Than Living. One Can Give One's Best.