Some eras worship infancy; some, the aged. None as yet has adored middle age.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
Worry is not thought; complaining is not action.
Every path to a new understanding begins in confusion.
People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.