Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.

To become what you are not, behave as you do not.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

Today, you're halfway to 100! Here's to optimism, whether it is realistic or not. Happy 50th birthday!