Where Does Your Soul Go, When You

It Was Men's Ambitions, They Said, That Had Perverted All The Arts To Ends Of Gain.

The Airport Bookstore Did Not Sell Books, Only Bestsellers, Which Sita Dulip Cannot Read Without Risking A Severe Systemic Reaction.

From That Time Forth He Believed That The Wise Man Is One Who Never Sets Himself Apart From Other Living Things, Whether They Have Speech Or Not, And In Later Years He Strove Long To Learn What Can Be Learned, In Silence, From The Eyes Of Animals, The Flight Of Birds, The Great Slow Gestures Of Trees.

Paradise Is For Those Who Make Paradise.

To Be Whole Is To Be Part; True Voyage Is Return.