Life Is A Disease.

I Read Constantly. If I Don't Have A Good Book, I'm Beside Myself.

Learning When 'enough Is Enough' Is The Discipline Of A Lifetime.

You're Supposed To Get Tired Planting Bulbs. But It's An Agreeable Tiredness.

I Confess, Right At The Start, To The Doubts - And Sometimes Outright Dreads - That Go With Me As I Climb The Stairs To My Study In The Morning, Coffee Mug In Hand: I Have To Admit To The Habitual Apprehension Mixed With A Sort Of Reverence, As I Light The Incense . . . And Wonder: What Is Going To Happen Today? Will Anything Happen? Will The Angel Come Today?

None Of Us Suddenly Becomes Something Overnight. The Preparations Have Been In The Making For Lifetime.