We Are Too Kind, Too Willing--too Unwilling

The Scolding Voice Is Her Own, So Abrasive And Quick, Yet So Powerless To Move Her.

In A Long And Healthy Life, Which Is What Most Of Us Have, There Is Plenty Of Time.

Nothing She Did Or Said Was Quite What She Meant But Still Her Life Could Be Called A Monument Shaped In A Slant Of Available Light And Set To The Movement Of Possible Music

Happiness Is The Lucky Pane Of Glass You Carry In Your Head. It Takes All Your Cunning Just To Hang On To It, And Once It's Smashed You Have To Move Into A Different Sort Of Life.

It's Hard Work Being A Person, You Have To Do It Every Single Day.