When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

When one has reached 81... one likes to sit back and let the world turn by itself, without trying to push it.

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

There's nothing so passionate as a vested interest disguised as an intellectual conviction.

A waste land lit by holy candles.

So let us all who pray ask for what most of them need badly, a sense of humor to lighten their way through life, making it merrier for themselves and easier for others.

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, great as each may be, their highest comfort given to the sorrowful is a cordial introduction into another's woe. Sorrow's the great community in which all men born of woman are members at one time or another.