The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories. Points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

I like mainly to be invisible, to sort of drift around unseen in the world.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.