Are You Living Just A Little And

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

Anything You Do Not Give Freely And Abundantly Becomes Lost To You.

Crystals Grew Inside Rock Like Arithmetic Flowers. They Lengthened And Spread, Added Plane To Plane In An Awed And Perfect Obedience To An Absolute Geometry That Even Stones - Maybe Only The Stones - Understood.

God Gave Me A Talent To Draw. I 'owed' It To Him To Develop The Talent.

There Is A Certain Age At Which A Child Looks At You In All Earnestness And Delivers A Long, Pleased Speech In All The True Inflections Of Spoken English, But With Not One Recognizable Syllable. There Is No Way You Can Tell The Child That If Language Had Been A Melody, He Had Mastered It And Done Well, But That Since It Was In Fact A Sense, He Had Botched It Utterly.