Keeping A Journal Implies Hope.

Loving Someone Is A Loss Of Freedom - But One Doesn't Think Of It As Loss Because One Gains So Much Else.

I Am Thinking Of The Onion Again. . . . Not Self-righteous Like The Proletarian Potato, Nor A Siren Like The Apple. No Show-off Like The Banana. But A Modest, Self-effacing Vegetable, Questioning, Introspective, Peeling Itself Away, Or Merely Radiating Halos Like Ripples.

Once I Worshipped Keats For Dying Young. Now I Think It's Braver To Die Old.

As Long As I'm Facing The Right Direction, It Doesn't Matter The Size Of My Steps.

Love Gives Without Taking