Swells, Marina? We Ocean, Depths, Marina? We

Live Your Questions Now, And Perhaps Even Without Knowing It, You Will Live Along Some Distant Day Into Your Answers.

Love Consists Of This: Two Solitudes That Meet, Protect And Great Each Other.

There Is Time Only To Work Slowly There Is No Time Not To Love

Make Your Ego Porous. Will Is Of Little Importance, Complaining Is Nothing, Fame Is Nothing. Openness, Patience, Receptivity, Solitude Is Everything.

My Blood Is Alive With Many Voices Telling Me I Am Made Of Longing.