Old age makes caricatures of us all.
The tragedy of loss is not that we grieve, but that we cease to grieve, and then perhaps the dead are dead at last.
we can forgive anything as long as it isn't done to us.
We who write in English are fortunate to have the richest and most versatile language in the world. Respect it.
Love, always love. Perhaps thatโs what weโre all looking for.
Human kindness is like a defective tap, the first gush may be impressive but the stream soon dries up.