Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

I have a theory that I did most of my observing probably before I was twenty, stored it, and am still drawing on it.

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

I have come to believe that giving and receiving are really the same. Giving and receiving - not giving and taking

ideas are never scarce; it is only one's panic sense of limitation that blocks the way.

I don't like those chiffon nighties ... they show your vest.

We can never lose anything that is good, never lose love or the memories of great happiness because they are true.