Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
Anita DiamentThere's something almost adolescent about Whitman's paean to everything that was and remains good about America.
Anita DiamentI would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.
Anita DiamentIn Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden with a blue musk so powerful it seemed that even the fish and ducks would swoon. By night, the flower might wither but the perfume lasted. Fainter and fainter, but never quite gone. Even many days later, the lotus remained in the garden. Months would pass and a bee would alight near the spot where the lotus had blossomed, and its essence was released again, momentary but undeniable.
Anita Diament