A Man Who Lives With Nature Is

Ambition, If It Were To Be Savored, Let Alone Achieved, Had To Be Rooted In Possibility.

Work Did Bestow Dignity, Status, Meaning. Wasn't That Why People Dreaded Unemployment, Why Some Men Found Retirement So Traumatic?

In Youth We Take Egregious Risks Because Death Has No Reality For Us. Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality. It Is Only In Middle Age That We Are Shadowed By The Awareness Of The Transitoriness Of Life.

I Find It Extraordinary That A Straightforward If Inelegant Device For Ensuring The Survival Of The Species Should Involve Human Beings In Such Emotional Turmoil. Does Sex Have To Be Taken So Seriously?

I Am Fifty Years Old And I Have Never Known What It Is To Love. I Can Write Those Words, Know Them To Be True, But Feel Only The Regret That A Tone-deaf Man Must Feel Because He Can't Appreicate Music, A Regret Less Keen Because It Is For Something Never Known, Not For Something Lost.