One Should Discuss One's Difficulties Only When

When One Is A Child, The Disposition Of Objects, Tables And Chairs And Doors, Seems Part Of The Natural Order: A House-move Lets In Chaos - As It Does For A Dog.

Silence Sat In The Taxi, As Though A Stranger Had Got In.

Wariness Had Driven Away Poetry; From Hesitating To Feel Came The Moment When You No Longer Could.

On The Subject Of Dress Almost No One, For One Or Another Reason, Feels Truly Indifferent: If Their Own Clothes Do Not Concern Them, Somebody Else's Do.

Nobody Ever Dies Of An Indignity.