Grief Can't Be Shared. Everyone Carries It

Only Love Can Be Divided Endlessly And Still Not Diminish.

No New Sect Ever Had Humor; No Disciples Either, Even The Disciples Of Christ.

Arranging A Bowl Of Flowers In The Morning Can Give A Sense Of Quiet In A Crowded Day - Like Writing A Poem Or Saying A Prayer.

What A Commentary On Our Civilization, When Being Alone Is Considered Suspect; When One Has To Apologize For It, Make Excuses, Hide The Fact That One Practices It—like A Secret Vice!

My Father Taught Me That A Bill Is Like A Crying Baby And Has To Be Attended To At Once.