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And Why Shouldn't The Miraculous, / Caught On This Earth, Visit / The Old Man Alone In His Hut?

I Wanted To Spend All My Time Writing Poetry. But When I Had Children I Couldn't Do That Anymore.

You Have An Utterly Sincere Glance When You Look Around After You Are Shipwrecked. You Weep A Long Time On An Island When You Realize What's Happened To You.

We Know That The Adult In A Certain Sense Has An Attitude Toward Life Exactly Opposite To The Attitude Of Commercials. Commercials Say, 'your Longing For 3.2 Beer Is Very Important. Your Longing For Skin That Doesn't Have Any Wrinkles In It, That's Very, Very, Very Important.' The Adult Says, 'no, I've Got Wrinkles, So What?'

I Am Proud Only Of Those Days That Pass In Undivided Tenderness.