Solitude Is One Thing And Loneliness Is

People Who Cannot Feel Punish Those Who Do.

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?

A Garden Is Always A Series Of Losses Set Against A Few Triumphs, Like Life Itself.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.

Making Order Out Of Disorder Any Time, Anywhere, Can Be Regarded As A Sacrament.