Routine Is Not A Prison, But The

Growing Old Is, Of All Things We Experience, That Which Takes The Most Courage, And At A Time When We Have The Least Resources, Especially With Which To Meet Frustration.

The Gift Turned Inward, Unable To Be Given, Becomes A Heavy Burden, Even Sometimes A Kind Of Poison. It Is As Though The Flow Of Life Were Backed Up.

We Are Never Done With Thinking About Our Parents, I Suppose, And Come To Know Them Better Long After They Are Dead Than We Ever Did When They Were Alive.

People Are Always Talking About The Joys Of Youth-but, Oh, How Youth Can Suffer!

Self-respect Is Nothing To Hide Behind. When You Need It Most It Isn't There.