I have no home but me.
I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.
The end of parenthood is implicit in its beginning: separation.
Generosity is often the stalking horse of control.
Art comes into the highest part of the mind, that with which we can know the presence of God.
the knowledge of personal failure ... is the invaluable predicate of all honest compassion.