When The Sea Goes Down,

The Heart Of A Woman Who Loves Will Forgive Many Blows.

Assumptions Are Dangerous Things.

Truth, However Bitter, Can Be Accepted, And Woven Into A Design For Living.

We Are The Same People As We Were At Three, Six, Ten Or Twenty Years Old. More Noticeably So, Perhaps, At Six Or Seven, Because We Were Not Pretending So Much Then.

I Live Now On Borrowed Time, Waiting In The Anteroom For The Summons That Will Inevitably Come. And Then - I Go On To The Next Thing, Whatever It Is. One Doesn't, Luckily, Have To Bother About That.