My worries travel around in my head on their well worn path

Then i imagined a lifetime of having to cry to get him to be kind, and I went back to no again.

I, too, have felt that the war goes on and on. When my son, Ian, died at El Alamein-- side by side with... visitors offering their condolences, thinking to comfort me, said, "Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and nexe year and forever. There's no end to that. But perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it.

Reading good books ruins you for enjoying bad books.

Treat a dog right and he'll treat you right - he'll keep you company, be your friend, never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against them.

This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown