True Singing Is A Different Breath, About

The Point Is To Live Everything.

More Unsayable Than All Other Things Are Works Of Art, Those Mysterious Existences, Whose Life Endures Beside Our Own Small, Transitory Life.

What We Do Battle With Is So Small, What Battles Us Is So Large.

She Followed Slowly, Taking A Long Time, As Though There Were Some Obstacles In The Way; And Yet: As Though, Once It Was Overcome, She Would Be Beyond All Walking, And Would Fly.

In The Difficult Are The Friendly Forces, The Hands That Work On Us.