Seventy Is Wormwood, Seventy Is Gall But

Sin Has Always Been An Ugly Word, But It Has Been Made So In A New Sense Over The Last Half-century. It Has Been Made Not Only Ugly But Pass?. People Are No Longer Sinful, They Are Only Immature Or Underprivileged Or Frightened Or, More Particularly, Sick.

Meek-eyed Parents Hasten Down The Ramps To Greet Their Offspring, Terrible From Camps.

If Childhood Is Still A State, It Is Now Chiefly A State Of Confusion.

Gardening Has Compensations Out Of All Proportion To Its Goals. It Is Creation In The Pure Sense.

Not Reading Poetry Amounts To A National Pastime Here.