It Takes A Long Time

Time Spent With Poets Is Never Wasted.

Solitude Is My Element, And The Reason Is That Extreme Awareness Of Other People... Precludes Awareness Of One's Self So That After A While The Self No Longer Knows That It Exists.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

I Suppose Real Old Age Begins When One Looks Backward Rather Than Forward

Without Anxiety Life Would Have Very Little Savor.