People Who Cannot Feel Punish Those Who

Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.

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.

What Can I Have That I Still Want?

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

It Looks As If I Were Meant To Be Alone, And That Any Hope Of Happiness Is Not Meant. Am I Too Old To Acquire The Knack For Happiness?