Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.
Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .
To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.
Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one's resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion.
Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.
The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.