Regret Is An Appalling Waste Of Energy,

You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me And You'd Never Hear It Touch Bottom.

What Do You Want Most To Do? That's What I Have To Keep Asking Myself, In The Face Of Difficulties.

Why! Why! Why Is The Middle-class So Stodgy - So Utterly Without A Sense Of Humor?

I Love This Place; I Love Mountains And Big Skies And Forests. And The Weather Is Still Supremely Beautiful Even Though The Lower Peaks Are Powdered With Fresh Snow. But Heavens! What Sun. It Never Has An Ending. I Am Basking At This Minute - Half Past Four - Too Hot Without A Hat, & The Sky Is That Transparent Blue Only To Be Seen In Autumn - The Forest Trees Steeped In Light.

The Mind I Love Must Have Wild Places.