For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is

For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.

No American can understand the need for time -- that is, simply space to breathe. If you have ten minutes to spare you should jam that full instead of leaving it -- as space around your next ten minutes. How can anything ripen without those 'empty' ten minutes?

Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .

... once you get beyond the crust of the first pang it is all the same and you can easily bear it. It is just the transition from painlessness to pain that is so terrible.

Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.