The past is a sorry country.
Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .
There are no inanimate objects.
I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.
Insanity is a lack of proportion.
Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn't care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and firm flesh with equal love.