When I dream, I am ageless.

I say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person's life if one would only be sensitive to it. but Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one must have a whole beauty with man living in relation to it to have a rich civilization and art. . . . Is it because I am a woman that I accept what crumbs I may have, accept the hot-dog stands and amusement parks if I must, if the blue is bright beyond them and the sunset flushes the breasts of sea birds?

Outwardly I am 83, but inwardly I am every age, with the emotions and experience of each period.

At a touch, he explodes like a snapdragon into loud purrs.

I saw the lovely arch Of rainbow span the sky, The gold sun burning As the rain swept by.

When I dream, I am ageless.

People don't feel so quarrelsome in warm weather. They get crotchety in the fall and begin to go to law about things after the first hard frosts.