The Happy Problem Of Our Time -

Maybe Money Is Unreal For Most Of Us, Easier To Give Away Than Things We Want.

As One Grows Older, One Realizes How Little One Knows About Any Relationship, Or Even About Oneself.

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

I'm Too Old To Recover, Too Narrow To Forgive Myself.

It Was An Unspoken Pleasure, That Having Come Together So Many Years, Ruined So Much And Repaired A Little, We Had Endured.