It Is The Privilege Of Those Who

Solitude Is My Element, And The Reason Is That Extreme Awareness Of Other People... Precludes Awareness Of One's Self So That After A While The Self No Longer Knows That It Exists.

A Poet Never Feels Useful.

It Is Always Hard To Hear The Buried Truth From Another Person.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

Growing Old Is, Of All Things We Experience, That Which Takes The Most Courage, And At A Time When We Have The Least Resources, Especially With Which To Meet Frustration.