Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

The dead hold in their hands only what they have given away.

Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.