Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead from the neck down by the time they are forty, and that any deep feeling, any passion after that age, is either ludicrous or revolting!
For after all we make our faces as we go along.
So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.
It takes a long time for words to become thought.
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.