The Young Remember Most Deeply.... When We

She Had Always Felt That The Essence Of Human Experience Lay Not Primarily In The Peak Experiences, The Wedding Days And Triumphs Which Stood Out In The Memory Like Dates Circled In Red On Old Calendars, But, Rather, In The Unself-conscious Flow Of Little Things - The Weekend Afternoon With Each Member Of The Family Engaged In His Or Her Own Pursuit, Their Crossings And Connections Casual, Dialogues Imminently Forgettable, But The Sum Of Such Hours Creating A Synergy Which Was Important And Eternal.

Poets Are The Mad Midwives To Reality. They See Not What Is, Nor What Can Be, But What Must Become.

The Shortest Route To Courage Is Absolute Ignorance.

The Sum Of The Crowd's Iq Was Far Below That Of Its Most Modest Single Member. Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

There Is A Certain Solipsism To Serious Illness Which Claims All Of One's Attention As Certainly As An Astronomical Black Hole Seizes Anything Unlucky Enough To Fall Within Its Critical Radius.