He had discovered that the choice between self-love or love of something other than self offers no escape from suffering either way, it is merely a choice between two woundings, of the pride or of the heart.

What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.

The lovers of life, they are children at heart always in their wonder and delight, but they do not grab.

The perfect moment, once lost, is not easily found again.

Water, wind and birdsong were the echoes in this quiet place of a great chiming symphony that was surging around the world. Knee-deep in grasses and moon daisies, Stella stood and listened, swaying a little as the flowers and trees were swaying, her spirit voice singing loudly, though her lips were still, and every pulse in her body beating its hammer strokes in time to the song.

autumn days have a holiness that spring lacks ... They are like old serene saints for whom death has lost its terror.

Marriage is a very long process.