One Eventually Has Enough Even Of Oneself.

At The Dinner Table, If You Can't Think Of Anything To Say, Sit Quietly. Don't Throw Rolls, Or Chew On Your Napkin.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet Vacancy Of Age.

Many Have Never Felt Strong, But Everyone Knows What It Is To Feel Weak.

The Horizon Is More Than A Convention Of Landscape Painting, Less Than Truth.