I Suppose I Have Written Novels To

Light Is Snow Sifted / To An Abstraction.

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

I Know You Have Much To Bear With In Me, And I Really Do Sometimes In You, But I Have Never Looked At Friendship In A Deep Sense As Easy Or Entirely Comfortable.

How Much Hope, Expectation, And Sheer Hard Work Goes Into The Smallest Success! There Is No Being Sure Of Anything Except That Whatever Has Been Created Will Change In Time.

We Have To Believe That Every Person Counts, Counts As A Creative Force That Can Move Mountains.