... Writing Letters Is Thinking, Just As

My Life Cannot Implement In Action The Demands Of All The People To Whom My Heart Responds.

Certain Springs Are Tapped Only When You're Alone.

People "died" All The Time. . . . Parts Of Them Died When They Made The Wrong Kinds Of Decisions-decisions Against Life. Sometimes They Died Bit By Bit Until Finally They Were Just Living Corpses Walking Around. If You Were Perceptive You Could See It In Their Eyes; The Fire Had Gone Out. . . You Always Knew When You Made A Decision Against Life. The Door Clicked And You Were Safe Inside-safe And Dead.

There Is No Harvest For The Heart Alone. The Seed Of Love Must Be Eternally Re-sown.

The Present Is Passed Over In The Race For The Future; The Here Is Neglected In Favor Of The There. Enjoy The Moment, Even If It Means Merely A Walk In The Country.