Life, Deal Gently With Her ... Love,

It Was In The Spring That Josephine And I Had First Loved Each Other, Or, At Least, Had First Come Into The Full Knowledge That We Loved. I Think That We Must Have Loved Each Other All Our Lives, And That Each Succeeding Spring Was A Word In The Revelation Of That Love, Not To Be Understood Until, In The Fullness Of Time, The Whole Sentence Was Written Out In That Most Beautiful Of All Beautiful Springs.

I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Live In A World Where It Was Always June.

Look, Do You See That Poem?' She Said Suddenly, Pointing.

The Trouble With You People Is That You Don't Laugh Enough.

Death Grows Friendlier As We Grow Older.