The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.
The heart prefers to move against the grain of circumstance; perversity is the souls very life.
Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.
Mozart's music gives us permission to live.
It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.
I would especially like to re-court the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.