Egypt loved the lotus because it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved.

They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.

Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

There's nothing quite like a real . . . train conductor to add color to a quotidian commute

Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Egypt loved the lotus because it never dies. It is the same for people who are loved.

It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.