This Garden Has A Soul, I Know

Whatever Evil Befalls Us, We Ought To Ask Ourselves... How We Can Turn It Into Good. So Shall We Take Occasion, From One Bitter Root, To Raise Perhaps Many Flowers.

The Fish Is Swift, Small-needing, Vague Yet Clear, A Cold, Sweet, Silver Life, Wrapped In Round Waves.

The Same People Who Can Deny Others Everything Are Famous For Refusing Themselves Nothing.

Traveling In The Company Of Those We Love Is Home In Motion.

When Moral Courage Feels That It Is In The Right, There Is No Personal Daring Of Which It Is Incapable.