Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age.

And I Refuse To Feel Guilty About Not Letter-writing Either. There Are Times When One Can, Times When One Can't. In The Times When An Enormous Amount Of Living Is Going On, One Can't.

Most People Have To Talk So They Won't Hear.

Without Darkness, Nothing Comes To Birth, As Without Light, Nothing Flowers.

Whatever Peace I Know Rests In The Natural World, In Feeling Myself A Part Of It, Even In A Small Way.

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.