Do Not Deprive Me Of My Age.

There Is A Proper Balance Between Not Asking Enough Of Oneself And Asking Or Expecting Too Much.

For Inside All The Weakness Of Old Age, The Spirit, God Knows, Is As Mercurial As It Ever Was.

It Is The Place Of Renewal And Of Safety, Where For A Little While There Will Be No Harm Or Attack And, While Every Sense Is Nourished, The Soul Rests.

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.

Excellence Costs A Great Deal.