When minds live tidily apart br and bolt the door against the heart br then very little can be felt br below the chastely chary belt. br Although tranquillity is sorrow br remembered when there’s deep emotion, br tomorrow creeping on tomorrow br today is an impotent potion. br No tragedy will ever kill us, br but anyone can die from messes; br more dangerous than great gorillas br are e-mails sent to wrong addresses. br br br Dorothy Parker wrote: br br Her mind lives tidily, apart br From cold and noise and pain, br And bolts the door against her heart, br Out wailing in the rain. br br She also wrote: br br Sorrow is tranquillity remembered in emotion. br br She also said: br br It’s not the tragedies that kill us, it’s the messes.