Since When Do You Have

Was It Always My Nature To Take A Bad Time And Block Out The Good Times, Until Any Success Became An Accident And Failure Seemed The Only Truth?

Things Start Out As Hopes And End Up As Habits.

Nothing You Write, If You Hope To Be Good, Will Ever Come Out As You First Hoped.

Mama Seemed To Do Only What My Father Wanted, And Yet We Lived The Way My Mother Wanted Us To Live.

I Cannot And Will Not Cut My Conscience To Fit This Year's Fashions, Even Though I Long Ago Came To The Conclusion That I Was Not A Political Person And Could Have No Comfortable Place In Any Political Group.