How Is It That So Often .

We Plant A Tree That Won't Be Big Enough To Climb Until We're Too Old To Climb Trees, We Write Constitutions To Protect The Rights Of People Who Won't Be Born For Another Hundred Years And May Not Be Worth The Trouble Anyway, And We Try To Take Care Of Our Sick, Though We All Suffer From A Disease For Which There Is No Cure And No Hope For One. We Will Not Last And We Know We Will Not - And Still We Write, Carve, Build, Paint And Plant To Last. We Are, It Seems To Me, Very, Very Brave.

[my Father] Was Generous With His Affection, Given To Great, Awkward, Engulfing Hugs, And I Can Remember So Clearly The Smell Of His Hugs, All Starched Shirt, Tobacco, Old Spice, And Cutty Sark. Sometimes I Think I've Never Been Properly Hugged Since.

Co-dependence...taking Someone Else's Temperature To See How You Feel.

People Are Pretty Much Alike. It's Only That Our Differences Are More Susceptible To Definition Than Our Similarities.

Presumably A Movement Is More Polite Than A Revolution, And A Lot Slower.