Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.
Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.
A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.
In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.
One of the springs of poetry is joy.
Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.