A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.
Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.
For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well
Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.
One must lose one's life to find it.
One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.