Another day to be filled, to be lived silently, watching the sky and the lights on the wall. No one will come probably. I have no duties except to myself. That is not true. I have a duty to all who care for me –- not to be a problem, not to be a burden. I must carry my age lightly for all our sakes, and thank God I still can. Oh that I may to the end. Each day then, must be filled with my first duty, I must be “all right.” But is this assurance not the gift we all give to each other daily, hourly?
(Quoted from page 31 of The Measure of My Days, Florida Scott-Maxwell. New York: Knopf, 1968.)
For a brief biography of Florida Pier Scott-Maxwell (1883-1979), click here.
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