I Hope To Leave Behind A Few

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

We Can Make A Little Order Where We Are, And Then The Big Sweep Of History On Which We Can Have No Effect Doesn't Overwhelm Us. We Do It With Colors, With A Garden, With The Furnishings Of A Room, Or With Sounds And Words. We Make A Little Form, And We Gain Composure.