We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

I've been born, and once is enough.

His laughter tinkled among the teacups.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

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

Survival is your strength not your shame.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.