So Let The World Go, But Hold

... Love Is Healing, Even Rootless Love.

Solitude Is The Salt Of Personhood. It Brings Out The Authentic Flavor Of Every Experience.

Gardening Gives One Back A Sense Of Proportion About Everything - Except Itself.

People Are Always Talking About The Joys Of Youth-but, Oh, How Youth Can Suffer!

I Live Alone, Perhaps For No Good Reason, For The Reason That I Am An Impossible Creature, Set Apart By A Temperament I Have Never Learned To Use As It Could Be Used, Thrown Off By A Word, A Glance, A Rainy Day, Or One Drink Too Many. My Need To Be Alone Is Balanced Against My Fear Of What Will Happen When Suddenly I Enter The Huge Empty Silence If I Cannot Find Support There. I Go Up To Heaven And Down To Hell In An Hour, And Keep Alive Only By Imposing Upon Myself Inexorable Routines. I Write Too Many Letters And Too Few Poems.