Writing Does Not Exclude The Full Life;

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

You Are Right, None Of Us Live Enough, And Sometimes I Think It Is Because We Mistake Hurrah And Hullabaloo For Experience, We Get A Sock In The Eye And Think It Is A Broken Heart.

Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

Death Cancels Our Engagements, But It Does Not Affect The Consequences Of Our Acts In Life.

We Pity People Too Often For The Wrong Reasons.