Porches Are America's Lost Rooms.

Grief Does Not End And Love Does Not Die And Nothing Fills Its Graven Place. With Grace, Pain Is Transmuted Into The Gold Of Wisdom And Compassion And The Lesser Coin Of Muted Sadness And Resignation; But Something Leaden Of It Remains, To Become The Kernel Arond Which More Pain Accretes (a Black Pearl): One Pain Becomes Every Other Pain ... Unless One Strips Away, One By One, The Layers Of Pain To Get To The Heart Of The Pain - And This Causes More Pain, Pain So Intense As To Feel Like Evisceration.

I Love Cloisters, Which Are The Architectural Equivalent Of A Theological Concept: Perfect Freedom Within Set Boundaries.

Facts Mean Nothing To Wounded Feelings.

The Real Reason Women Fall In Love Abroad Is Not That They Are Free Of Domestic Inhibitions But That They Translate Their Love Of Stone And Place Into Love Of Flesh. ... Is This True?

The Islands Of Italy Combine All The Elements - Fire, Water, Earth, And Air - And That Is Irresistible.