The only thing I am absolutely sure about is the inner light that shines to an unbelievable degree.

I wish she had more time and I wish I had more time and that she and I might become such friends as you and I are.

I can't tell you, dear, how much I think of you.

It seems to me that you're running a sort of undercurrent in my thoughts all day long.
You will hardly credit it, Linda, but a few days ago I drove a car through the thickest traffic, up a steep hill, and round a curve.

I did it, but practically collapsed when it was over.