In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.

Perhaps creativity is fumbling that dance step, or driving the chisel the wrong way into the stone.

Once you are my friend, I am responsible for you.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-

Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.